I talked with some friends earlier this morning and talking about how value in yourself can stem from the work that you have done. I haven’t yet reconciled that being human being is enough. The idea that we all are valuable even at low times is something I am working on internalizing.

I remember when I got my real estate license and I was going to 425 Park Avenue, everyday. And then, I decided to leave, and got a job at a coffee shop (it only last a month). My ego had a field day. It was a rewarding experience because I was still me. My personality and who I was hadn’t changed, just my job. There’s that quote where thoughts become beliefs, then habits became character. Even though I have been blessed with the number of experiences that I have had, I like to find my place in the world.

The decade of my life as my twenties is supposed to be the time to “find myself”. There are days were I try to put a measuring stick against myself of all the other successful people in the work who accomplished great things by my age. I know it is unfair to compare and despair. That thinking just gets me to plan old trouble.

I have to think about where I came from. I didn’t start talking till I was four and didn’t get to reading level until I was 14 (I got As and a B or two growing up). I did well academically, it was hard and challenging. I mean that probably was a good thing. I feel that anything you want in life, you just have to keep working for it.