Monthly Archives: February 2013

Life Update

Since we last spoke:

1. My job security has been threatened by the terminal illness of a doctor we partner with.

My clinic worked very closely with an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) doctor.  He sent us most of our patients.  He has since been diagnosed with throat cancer (the saddest irony), and has closed up shop. As a consequence, our business has dried up.  I figure I’ll be first to go since my coworkers consist of a lady who has worked here for over twenty years and a trained audiologist that sees most of our patients.

2. My other job was stolen from me by a co-worker who was hired months after I was.

It all started with her getting some of my work in the interest of “fairness,” but now she’s getting all the work and I’m getting the shaft.  The theory is that because she’s been placed on a temporary hold from her weekday job since the “season’s slow” that she’s getting all the cleaning jobs instead of me.  The problem with this is that she most likely was put on this hold because she’s not exactly a stellar employee.

I’m trying not to be bummed about this.  I don’t think it’s working.

3. I began training for a 5k.

This you may already know since apparently my fitbit has been broadcasting my progress (and also lack thereof) for the past few weeks.  Dang.  I should figure out how to turn that off.

The idea behind this was that I’d get in shape and do the Color Me Rad in Richmond.  Even if I’m not in perfect shape for the race, it should still be a lot of fun.

4. My great grandmother passed away.

She deserves her own post, but I just can’t talk about it.  I will say it was completely heartbreaking and I’ve been sort of cross and snippy with everyone since the funeral.

In short, I’ve been busy with life and….well, I haven’t been blogging.  I’ll keep trying to post when I can, but the focus this year is on trying to lose weight/run forever.  And not blogging.


Personal Prisons

What’s separating you from being you?

My answer is “me.”

My fears, my insecurities, an overwhelming sense of inadequacy–these are the walls of my prison.

I miss out on so much of life.  And that only makes it worse, because then I beat myself up because I’m missing out on life.

I fight my fear, when I can.  And that’s what counts.

So if you’re fighting something in your life, don’t give up.

So many people have overcome so much more than I have.  People like Jenny, who have overcome crippling social anxiety to become one of the coolest people ever.  She’s awesome.

My story isn’t half as inspiring as hers.  I’m not….

Oh, hell.  I’m doing it again.

Listen, just because your story doesn’t seem as good as somebody else’s doesn’t mean that you’re not dealing with something big.  Everybody has problems, and those problems are absolutely important to that person.

And sometimes, if that person doesn’t want to be a burden then they’ll convince themselves that their issues should be hidden because they don’t have it as bad as so-and-so.

Today is the day that we all write “LOVE” on our arms in support of those who are so trapped in their prisons that they can’t fight anymore.

You’re not alone.  Not in this.  There is help.

For those of you who have struggled, are struggling, or know someone who struggles–spread some awareness today.

Check out these people, they’re awesome: To Write Love on Her Arms