(Head Underwater – Flyleaf)
I have never really been such a fan of new year resolutions. I’m not sure why. Maybe it is the stigma of creating a goal that is only expected to last a week – why bother planning to fail? Maybe it is the result of so many times in my life where really the only goal was survival and adding another challenge on top of that would have just felt laughable. Maybe it is something else entirely. I don’t know.
I did this New Year’s Eve Reflection worksheet every year for a while because a blog I liked said I should…but eventually I stopped doing that…and it wasn’t really something that really fit me…I am 90% sure my answers changed minimally each year not because I was an identical person but because the questions weren’t ones that I really knew how to answer. Over the past maybe 8 years or maybe more it seems like picking a word for the year has taken off and become super popular. I never really thought much about joining that bandwagon. It seemed like a lot of pressure to have to pick one word…and the goal was to have a word to reflect on and we have just established that reflection isn’t something I am well-suited for…and everyone on the internet it felt like had these like crazy divine encounters that left them totally certain of what their word should be and I definitely didn’t have that and had no idea what word to pick…
And then last year the phrase better not bitter was in my head and I decided that should be my goal for the year…I guess kind of like the one word except that it was three words. I didn’t realize it right away when I picked it, but I am fairly certain it came from the song “I’ll Find You” by LeCrae.
Just hang on a little longer my friend. It’s all worth it in the end, but when you’ve got nobody to turn to, just hold on and I’ll find you.
I’m hangin’ on by a thread and all I’m clinging to is prayers and every breath is like a battle. I feel like I ain’t come prepared and death’s knockin’ on the front door. Pain’s creepin’ through the back. Fear’s crawlin’ through the windows waiting for them to attack.
They say don’t get bitter get better. I’m workin’ on switchin’ them letters, but tell God I’mma need a whole lotta hope keepin’ it together.
I’m smiling in everyone’s face. I’m crying whenever they leave the room. They don’t know the battle I face. They don’t understand what I’m going through.
The word tryna play with my soul. I’m just tryna find where to go. I’m tryna remember the way. I’m tryna get back to my home, but I can’t do this on my own. That’s why I’m just trusting in you, ‘cuz I don’t know what else to do.
They say fear haunts and pain hates. I say pain strengthens and fear drives faith, and I don’t know all of the outcomes and I don’t know what happens tomorrow, but when that ocean of doubt comes, don’t let me drown in my sorrow, and don’t let me stay at the bottom. I feel like this hole is too deep to climb. I’ve been lookin’ for a way out, but I’ll settle for a peace of mind.
Picking up all the pieces of my life and hopin’ that I’ll put together somethin’ right. Tell me all I got is all I need. Tell me you gonn help me stand and fight.
So was 2018 better than 2017 or am I still working on switching them letters? I mean, I guess when you consider that 2017 I failed at the match twice and the scramble and ultimately had to let go of pretty much every shred of my hopes and dreams, probably 2018 was better. I failed at the match again, but just once…’cause I only tried once. There were certainly hard days, but I made it to the other side…so that should count for something.
You know what I think the hardest thing about moving around a lot is? There are people all over the country (slight exaggeration…) who mean the world to me and I have no way to meaningfully tell them hey, thank you so much for being such an awesome person…I mean, a lot of people like that I don’t even have contact information for or I don’t even remember their names…I guess it really is true that you will forget what people said and did, but you not forget how they made you feel.
Everyone has different definitions of introvert and extravert…but I find that the best way to describe myself so people kind of understand is that I am currently an introverted extravert. What I mean by that is that I deeply crave being with people and doing life together, but I am often apprehensive of seeking out these opportunities and stuff…and that really big chaotic groups are really hard for me so like the atmosphere at a conference center where everyone is loud and everywhere is completely overwhelming and draining for me. It isn’t that I don’t like loud – I was the one who loved leaning against the speakers at Remedy Drive concerts…and it isn’t that I expressly dislike large groups of people – I do great in a classroom setting…and it isn’t even that I don’t like having a lot going on – I thrive on a fast paced environment…but there is something about that chaos that just really doesn’t agree with me…so anyway, as a result, there are some people who it really does feel like they have practically moved heaven and earth to support me, but so many other people that mean the world to me, but what they did was something they probably didn’t even really realize they were doing – like a few years ago there was someone who got a little note from me expressing my appreciation because I didn’t know her name and she probably didn’t know mine, but it meant so much to me that every time she saw me in the hallway she took the initiative to wave or smile or say hello, and stuff like that is meaningful to me. I am the kind of person who would be thrilled to just get to go sit in someone’s office or living room or kitchen and just be with them…not even necessarily conversing or anything, just being together….my guess would be that people probably get tired of me eventually…but I guess I’ve never asked…
Ummm yeah, I have no idea where that came from…it was totally not what I was planning on for this post…but then again not much of today has gone according to plan…I was going to download an audiobook when I got up, but *again* the app said all downloads for the day were gone…I did some laundry…and ended up putting it in the dryer which I almost never do, because I didn’t wanna get up and deal with the wet laundry…and then I had a ton of shopping and cooking I planned on getting done, but my muscles said no, we are sitting on the couch in front of the computer right now…lol…I suppose there is still time…Once I finish writing this I am going to eat dinner and then put on my shoes and go shopping…I’m guessing shopping Friday afternoon is going to be a little busier than doing it in the daytime, but I’ll survive…
So yeah…did that…kind of…I wanted to buy: milk, oil, eggs, fruit, vegetables, and a few other things…I came home with oil…arguably the most important since I wanted to make pancakes and needed oil for that, but yes, I am the kind of person who gets overwhelmed in all the choices and just gives up.
Also, on the way to Best Buy to try to figure out what phone I want to buy (which I failed at, but hey, at least I tried…and then made plans to go shopping with my dad another time), someone screamed out their window at me. I wish people wouldn’t do that, because it is really really hard to understand what they are saying and so I get frustrated. But anyway. I’m not sure whether they said “you look hot” “where’s your bike” or something totally different…but I decided to go with the positive and assume they thought I looked hot :). Sure, sometimes people say that because they think you are ugly, but I chose to believe that they think I looked awesome…I don’t really put a high value on appearances, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate people acknowledging when they think I look nice. It is great because I am always really hard on myself…so it feels really good when without being prompted people find something positive to comment on and go out of their way to do so.
I guess that kind of relates to where I am right now with the residency process. I read something on the internet and was like that is totally me. It was talking about how some people talking to them you’d think they were these super impressive people when in reality they are actually pretty mediocre, whereas other people have excelled in a large number of pursuits, but talking with them it would seem like they struggled just to barely pass their classes and didn’t do much else. You can probably imagine which camp I fall into…there are a lot of reasons why, and I honestly don’t think it is *just* the abuse, although that definitely does play a large role. I think part of it is also that throughout school getting good grades was punished and I so desperately wanted just to fit in, but also had this strong inner drive to do whatever it took to achieve…two desires that were ultimately pretty incompatible despite my best efforts.
In kindergarten play time was taken away for the kids who knew how to read. After that I transferred to a different school and good grades were punished with having to miss class to go to this ELP class that was basically just taking you out of class to assign meaningless pointless homework while you fall behind of real school. In order to finally get out of that class I had to miss an entire lunch and recess one day, but it was totally worth it. My ELP classmates begged me to come back because I guess it got worse when I left, but I am no idiot. I escaped once and I wasn’t going to go back. Instead I gave them the option of escaping like I did and it was their choice whether or not to weigh out the evils and see which was worth it to them. I think one or two did quit (with a lot less fanfare – apparently my parents gave the school a bit of a talking to after my experience) and the rest made their choice to stay.
In middle school and beyond getting good grades means getting intentionally paired with the worst students for group projects so that you have to work even harder for your grade not to be sabotaged. (I will acknowledge that in sixth grade there was a great gifted and talented program that I participated in, but y’know, that wasn’t really enough to cover all the more negative aspects of getting good grades). In middle school getting good grades meant you were lucky to win Panther Pride awards once a year versus the special ed kids who won nearly every single week and the kids who never even turn in their assignments winning like every other month. In high school it meant getting pulled out of class again and it meant having a few friends when large groups were being formed for assignments, but otherwise being ostracized and teased…
So I was super excited to go to college where no one would know what my grades were and I could pretend I was failing and therefore become popular. Haha yeah…as it turns out, it is really hard to pretend you are failing out. I don’t know how people figure out that you aren’t actually failing out, but they do and it probably happened before I’d even been there a whole month. And once one person figures it out, the world knows. Nothing is a secret when you get good grades. If one person knows then you better believe they are telling all their friends and acquaintances and you can kiss your prospects of making normal friends goodbye. All you are going to get for the most part is friends who want to copy your homework. (I did find a few really good real friends, but let’s be honest, the vast majority of the people I would still consider my friends from college are staff members…or people who didn’t actually go to my school).
So, I mean, take that, and do you really think it is going to be in my nature to brag about myself, or do you think I am going to act like I am the loser I have been trained to think I should be if I want a chance at fitting in? Then add to that my natural shyness and social anxiety…and to that the fact that females tend to be under-sellers of themselves…and to that my strong aversion to dishonesty even by means of exaggeration…and yeah, is it really any surprise I am no good at interviews?
Then add to that the abuse. When you’ve been told that no one will even want you enough times, you begin to believe it in the core of your being. And the more times you are rejected, the deeper that false truth sinks in.
So like the lyric I chose for this post says, I’ll drown in the water if I listen. I need to choose not to believe the lies that I can’t be a pharmacy resident. I need to choose not to believe the lies that I will never be good enough. Instead I will listen to the random strangers on the streets of my small town telling me that I am hot…lol…my jacket with a hole in the sleeve from falling while playing queen of the mountain with myself sure does make me attractive 🙂 (Yep…I’m still a kid at heart).
I’m pretty sure I started this post to talk about my new year’s resolutions (or lack thereof) for this year…funny story…I don’t actually know what those resolutions were going to be at the time I started writing this post…I do remember what I thought of last night which was going out to eat at least once a month…but then I decided that was dumb, because the goal of that was to communicate more confidently to help with interviewing, but the going out to eat was only going to happen once or twice before interviews happened anyway, and that isn’t really going to make much of a difference, I know how to order my hamburger plain medium fries and an apple pie…I don’t know how to interview.
Oh, how I so deeply yearn for a position this year. I am so excited…I really can’t take the thought of being here a whole another year and doing it all over again. I want to be the best resident some program has ever had. There are a few in particular I am super pumped about. And I hate that it is very possible I could be in this same place next year just praying someone somewhere will want me. Yes, the interview process is financially costly, but more than that it is emotionally and logistically taxing…after interview season I will be out of PTO for a long time…I’ve been working on the math to find out if I even can take a week off in the summer or not…and I don’t even know if I took the right days off for when people will want to interview me…and I don’t even know if anyone will want to interview me. I wish people would just give me a chance. I feel like if someone would give me a chance at the actual job they wouldn’t regret it, but I get stuck on the application materials and interview process and people are so numbers driven that they aren’t willing to see the actual person behind all those numbers. I understand that is how the pharmacy residency world works, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Lol, the interview tips book that I was listening to earlier says you should never pay to apply to jobs…clearly the book wasn’t written with any understanding of the medical profession…if you don’t pay your phorcas fees you don’t get to apply and therefore don’t get a position. That’s just the way it is…the author also lost all respect from me when he said that someone told him once they got a job using Indeed and told him to pass along the great resource and he’s never heard of that resource but maybe check it out if you are looking for a job…like, umm, seriously? How can you at all consider yourself any type of job consultant or anything if you’ve never even heard of Indeed? Indeed obviously won’t get me a residency, but it is an extremely well-known popular job search site. Even if you haven’t ever tried to get a big boy or big girl job I’m sure the majority of the population has heard of Indeed.
Totally off topic, but the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence…especially when the grass on the other side of the fence is actually plastic pretend grass and the grass on your side is real grass that is mostly dead because it is currently January.