There's this phenomenon in life, I've noticed, where you can't help but look around and note those ahead of you. Maybe it's financially. It seems by the homes, wardrobes, and vacations of strangers and acquaintances that they absolutely have more money. Or maybe it's career. Perhaps your friends from high school, or really good friends, have a nice title at the end of their name. Doctor, Lawyer, Director, or just cut and paste any high earning field. I've found that I don't care about these things (money and titles) when I'm truly happy. I only spiral when I've had a bad review, a set of unexpected bills, or a less than perfect grade. It is then I question all aspects of my life. "Why didn't I choose 'x' career," "Why didn't I work harder," "Why am I such a loser"(yikes). Why do I care so much? It's funny. When we leave our previous life-that of childhood under the wing of our parents-we tend to look...
words from an adolescent heart