Got an email from ABGC yesterday while I was at the mall. "We regret to inform you..."
The worst possible news, aside from death and/or dismemberment of a family member.
Another year wasted. Another proof of my own mediocrity. Someone has to be below average on the bell curve. I just wish it would stop being me.
I know I'm in the right place. I know I'm in the right career, and I love my job. I love working with my patients, and the people I work with. But there's always that knowledge that I am less than the best. I am not, nor (apparently) will I ever be, a stellar, brilliant, genetic counselor. I have no desire to do research, or publish. I want to fly under the radar and work quietly, diligently, with my head down. I do not retain knowledge the way I used to (or thought I used to, at least.)
Yes, I'm more educated than some. I'm lucky to have what I do - a job I enjoy, a husband I love, and a comfortable, relatively stable life. But I should be so much better. I should go so much further.
And then I wonder, am I actually capable of being better? Or is this as good as it gets? Is it just pressure and expectations that I'm not capable of fulfilling, or do I just need to pull myself together and work harder?
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If you've found this blog, you likely either know me in real life, or have stumbled upon this completely by accident. Either way, there are a few things you should know:
1) Firstly, this is a very personal blog. If you don't know me already, I'd appreciate you not stalking me, but I can understand if you simply can't control your attraction to my amazingness.
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Consider yourself warned.
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