Something happened tonight that made me consider how the decisions I have made have effected my life.
Three years ago, I was living at home working as a pharmacy technician driving the family van. My free time included was spent reading, spending time alone and bar hopping with my “friends” of that time. I had plans to go to PA school, but I needed patient contact hours and I wasn’t exactly taking the express train to get there. I had some falling outs with the “friends” of my past and found out those that I thought were friends were just fake and selfish. Since then I have more finely picked with whom I have friendship.
Comparatively to 3 years ago, my life has gotten exponentially better. I am not currently working, but am in PA school and loving it. It’s something that I want to do the rest of my life and am completely happy to work as a PA for the next 40 years. I own my own car and it’s beautiful. I’m engaged and I’m in love with the perfect guy for me. Most importantly, I’m truly happy. My life is great right now and I know it’s only going to get better. Sure, I don’t have a lot of free time and the majority of my time is consumed by class or studying (read: 8 am to 11 pm). But, I’m happy. I’m happy to get pizza and see a movie with my fiancé. Or watch HGTV all night (post-studying, of course). I had someone tell me that we could no longer be friends because “our lives were taking us to different places”. At the time, I didn’t quite understand. But if that’s the sacrifice (if that’s what you want to call it) that I had to make, then, I’m completely happy about it. I think what she meant was that my life was straying from the “going out to bars and meeting guys” to “going to PA school and getting married” kind of deal. I’m happy and I’m so glad I’ve made the decisions that I have made.