Thank you, Mom and Dad
I recently got accepted into a nice program for IB recruiting, but was worried about the hours in IB, and started having a slight panic attack about if I made the right career and college decisions. However, I quickly realized something.
My dad is a doctor and an immigrant. He came to this country with nothing, and worked at one of the worst hospitals in NYC for his residency, still being able to keep his marriage stable and happy in fact. He is now extremely wealthy and healthy, but he worked 20 hours days and 100 hour weeks too. And that was for something much lower-paid, and probably even more stressful, considering human life would be on the line at times (although a lot of residencies are paperwork as well).
My mom, who doesn't even work as a doctor (she sacrificed a lot to raise us and I am thankful every day for it), finished her MD while she was PREGNANT with me. She had considered making things easier for herself and had that happened I would not be here today. She chose to work harder for me, not for herself.
This is sort of a disjointed post, but this really helps me put things into perspective. 2 years of grueling work isn't going to destroy me if I don't let it, and my parents endured a lot more with a lot less financial security or promise of success later on. I can still workout, I can still have a mild social life, and even if I flame out, I won't be in a bad position at all.
I'm not afraid of banking, or any career path, and I'm not going to focus on the future for my anxieties anymore. I am too concerned with what was and what will be, and I am not focusing on the present.
I wish I was less of a bitch so I could tell my Mom and Dad to my face just how much I love them.
Mom and Dad