july 23 in twenty-eight
- July 23, 2014, 8:58 a.m.
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I have been having a "what is WRONG with me?" morning. Every once in a while it the fact that I have a really great life just bitch slaps me in the face and I'm left wondering, why can't I appreciate this most of the time?
Yeah, the last 15 months have been tumultuous, but it's all in the past and things are enormously better now than they were a year and a half ago.
I have a job that I really do love. Some days I feel unappreciated, over worked, underpaid, stressed out, pulled in a dozen conflicting directions, or annoyed by the corporate BS, but overall it's the best job for me. I found out about this job about eight years ago and started taking the actuarial exams in November of 2006 (although didn't pass one until the following November) and would have LOVED to have this job. Being an actuary really is something I feel good at, and it just fits me. It's not too popular (I'm a contrarian by nature), but it requires a certain level of smarts and a skill set I possess. It also pays pretty well, which is just a bonus.
I have a new house that feels much more like a home than the apartment did, or even the house I owned before that. It's much more reasonably sized, it's in a great neighborhood, and it lifts my spirits to simply be there.
I have wonderful people in my life.
I can't really ask for more than this.
Anxious ⋅ July 26, 2014
:)