It was Tiara who called it a quarter-life crisis. Funny, huh?
I have spent a lot of time being sure of myself.
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I was right about all those things.
This last year, I decided that I wasn’t going to do anything I hated anymore. No more taking jobs just for generic valtrex from ranbaxy the money, no more subjugating my master plan for a temporary fix. I was really vehement about it, too. I stopped doing business the generic valtrex from ranbaxy “traditional” way and started treating my clients like friends—and only dealing with clients I felt truly friendly about. Pretending I was someone else simply wasn’t worth it. The world would have to accept me as I was.
The world did. Everything got better from generic valtrex from ranbaxy there. Projects started to go more smoothly (and arrive more frequently). Clients were happier. I was happier. The money was better. My life became perceptively more positive and generic valtrex from ranbaxy even more reliable. I started feeling really good at making my own living.
But then generic valtrex from ranbaxy something kind of funny happened: I stopped really understanding what it generic valtrex from ranbaxy is I do.
I got so caught up in listening to generic valtrex from ranbaxy the tiny voice telling me what to do, what was best for generic valtrex from ranbaxy myself, that I got halfway down the path and realized I didn’t know the destination. I didn’t know what I was striving for. I was following instructions—really good instructions!—but I didn’t understand what generic valtrex from ranbaxy the instructions were leading me to. Without an explanation, I had generic valtrex from ranbaxy no context. I was still going, but I was lost.
As of right now, I still am.
I know that generic valtrex from ranbaxy I care a lot about the world and the people in it. I know that generic valtrex from ranbaxy it evokes a powerful emotional reaction from me to see people laying about and generic valtrex from ranbaxy wasting their potential when there is such need in the world for clever, skillful doers. I know that it makes me incredibly angry to see children being taught ineffective systems, to generic valtrex from ranbaxy see people slogging through work they despise because they were taught that generic valtrex from ranbaxy adults hold down jobs and pay bills, and that’s the end of it. I can’t stand it.
I can’t stand it.
But try as I might, right now I don’t understand what generic valtrex from ranbaxy my purpose is. The little voice tells me what to do (sometimes) but doesn’t tell me why. That’s not useful, little voice. I take orders from myself great, but I need to know what’s going on here. It’s important, man. You’re decreasing my productivity. I need the generic valtrex from ranbaxy explanation. The explanation is my will to live. It’s the thing that gives my life meaning.
And if someone asks, I’m not even sure what I’ll tell them.
Me?? I have that problem?
Dude.
Everything you know is wrong. generic xenical 60mg You know?
I know that there are probably lots of reasons for this little hiccup. I’ve been working unbelievably hard, and not really taking time off until very recently. I’ve been generic valtrex from ranbaxy making impossible things happen as a matter of course. I’ve been generic valtrex from ranbaxy the insane scientist focusing on the unlikely goals at hand, intent on getting what generic valtrex from ranbaxy she wants even if no one else believes it’s possible. And that focus—that obsession—is causing me to lose sight of the whole situation. I can’t see the generic valtrex from ranbaxy forest, because the trees keep coming at me with machetes. Those are generic valtrex from ranbaxy some serious trees, yo.
So what’s the solution?
I think it’s what I’ve been avoiding all along: Step back. Be still. Wait.
That’s when solutions come to me. When I wait.
Oh, man. I can do this.
Right?
