I find myself out of breath, on the sidelines panting like a dog. My mind will be fumbling for what I could do better, how to be a more creative writer, reporter and story-teller. And then I must remind myself, my career is not a race. My love life is not a race. And most of all, life is not a race. Of course I want to be the best, that’s only human nature. But when I realize I am in fact doing my best, then I’m able to calm down and catch my breath.
Most recently, a friend I went to St. Cloud State University with landed a great job, one I’ve only dreamed of. A spot I know I will land in the next five years but I instantly grew a green head when I learned that my dream station hired my friend. And for good reason, they’re talented, smart and beautiful. Still, jealousy grew. I even had bad dreams about it, telling myself I am behind. That’s where this post comes from. But, after coming down from my green monster’s shoulders I understood I am where I am supposed to be. I’m chasing my dreams, meeting people and learning culture in a part of the world I never would have thought. I am winning the race in life, but the only one on my track, is me. I am the only one who can determine how fast or slow I need to go. One thing is for sure, I am on the right track and that’s what keeps me going.