"When one door closes, another door opens," I have heard this a million times, well, this week I learned the reverse of this sentiment. After weeks of stress and trying to find time to be everything to everyone, I was ready to give up, but the door just wouldn't shut. I couldn't walk out. I still have too much knowledge to gain and to pass on. I learned that, even though I hate my voice on tape, it can still have power. I learned that nothing makes me more enraged that a person who willingly gives up control of their own actions. I learned that there is a breaking point, but the break isn't actually that bad. I find myself in this strange state of having too much stress to stress.
I guess this week was about self reflection. Due in part to the fact that we are writing essays about our own personal beliefs. I was forced to look for something I knew to be true. Not something that I have been told, not something that I have been taught, but something that I discovered on my own, and how it was that I discovered it. This week I learned about me.
I guess this week was about self reflection. Due in part to the fact that we are writing essays about our own personal beliefs. I was forced to look for something I knew to be true. Not something that I have been told, not something that I have been taught, but something that I discovered on my own, and how it was that I discovered it. This week I learned about me.