“I feel like I’m having an identity crisis,” I admitted, somewhat embarrassingly, to the dietician sitting across the table from me. She smiled sympathetically, with eyes betraying pity. In my experience, they always do.
This was the second time I found myself muttering expletives under my breath, rushing around and nearly forgetting books for Dr. Vandana Shiva to sign and important interviews — all in the span of four hours. Breathe, I scolded myself. Just breathe.
I’ve ‘figured out’ or at least determined what ‘feels right’ right now in my quest for life and career and good work and what ‘success’ looks like for me, as a 21-year-old on the pursuit of her dreams. So indulge me in my ramblings. Here’s what I think today:
A career-quest analogy from the coffee-table of Bethany & Kate¹
“I would say, 2-to-3,” she said, giving my leg another once-over. “Months?” I squeaked out, imaging another 8 weeks like the last, resigned to physical therapy sessions every Wednesday and longingly looking out at the bike-path throughout the remainder of spring semester. “Oh no, weeks! I’d say you could be running in 2-to-3 weeks.”