Sometimes I look at my life with a colder more objective eye and I think, What did I do wrong? and what do I continue to do wrong?
I did everything I thought I was supposed to do, made all the "right" decisions about my education, career, personal relationships. And yet here I am, alone, overworked in job I care nothing about, and unhappy. I am still pulled in a backward direction by family, scrambling month to month to stretch my resources, and more often than not without anoyone that I can simply pick up the phone to call.
My mother once said I was too independent for my own good. Sometimes I think she was right.
