I’m crazy.

I’m 25, with a 4 year old, a wife, a full time job and I can proudly put ‘Some College’ on an employment application.

I’m crazy. 

I didn’t have bad grades in high-school, and I had better grades in college, so maybe I’ve got something to work with. After all, I only failed two classes, how hard can it be? Well, the two classes were Biology (only one out of four terms!) and Chemistry (dropped that one like a rock) but what does that have to do with anything?  So I’m a lazy ass. So I’m easily distracted and borderline ADD. I have no reason to doubt myself. After all, I really want this. 

Which is what it all comes down to. Desire.  And focus.  I’m going to be a doctor. Because I want it. More than anything. I’m crazy and I don’t care. I’m thrilled, and excited and terrified and all of those things all over again, all at once. I feel like screaming and crying and laughing and curling up in a ball and changing my mind, but I can’t. I don’t want to. For whatever reason, I’ve finally decided what to do with my life. I’m late and a bit more than a buck short, but I’m there and it feels right.  I’m tired of what iffing myself to death and worrying about what will happen. I’m taking a hold of my life and throwing it off of a cliff and jumping headlong after it. 

Geronimo!