With all the muscle and hassle, I should keep my self still and be warned of being overwhelmed. To remember to take it one step at a time. With all the pending academic and clinical requirements plus of course, the gigantic responsibilities I, kind of automatically, acquired when I was elected as the president of my organization, I could just decide to die. But then again, I refuse to fail, by any means, at any of these. This may sound ambitious and full of thyself (but what's wrong with being such), I feel sure that I will be somebody great, someday. The idea of just passing through life without any mark is unthinkable. Pondering about these, come to think of it, if I fail as a career woman, I still have a shot of not failing as a mother. Thank God for my uterus. Yet, that is not the road I choose to take. Motherhood will not be my safety net. I will be successful then, I will marry then, create six magnificent children, whom I will love, shelter, love, play with, love and LOVE. You see, I don't gamble, I do the math.
There are days, well most days, anxiety attacks my vulnerable mind with what the future holds for me. Those days would be so unbearable. I become a ticking bomb. Just waiting for someone to pull the thread then BOOM. It is difficult to run away from something my blood line...is most likely to achieve.
I resort to praying. Hoping and wishing that my plans coincide with His.
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