Down, Down, Down.
Sometimes I get depressed thinking about being left out by my peers.
That they are making more money and are in more responsible positions right now. That they have developed their sense of business, and future planning. That they already have it made. That their qualifications are impeccable, they can be in any job they want without batting an eyelash.
And here I am, stuck at, yes, it's something, but stuck nonetheless. I can feel the wind not blowing at my face as I travel along at an agonizing snail's pace. Where is the wind? And where the hell am I going?
Well, that is going to change in a few months. (I think it will.) Still, I can't help but realize: I am not so special after all.
That they are making more money and are in more responsible positions right now. That they have developed their sense of business, and future planning. That they already have it made. That their qualifications are impeccable, they can be in any job they want without batting an eyelash.
And here I am, stuck at, yes, it's something, but stuck nonetheless. I can feel the wind not blowing at my face as I travel along at an agonizing snail's pace. Where is the wind? And where the hell am I going?
Well, that is going to change in a few months. (I think it will.) Still, I can't help but realize: I am not so special after all.