On Approaching 28…

Hi everyone.

Please bear with me, this is more of a rant than anything else.

I’m almost 28 years old. I thought by 28, I would have a Bachelor of Science degree with a major in cellular molecular biology, and a minor in chemistry. I thought by 28, I would have found a job in some sort of lab setting and have worked there for at least a year. I thought by 28, I would have some sort of rough idea what I wanted to accomplish.

Yeah, life doesn’t work like that.

It’s possible that in my “old life” I would have been just as unsure of my future as I am now. In my old life, I never had to contend with the idea of permanent physical limits on my body. I never had to consider living a life in long-term pain.

I have to figure out new ways to cope with these ideas often. I have to refresh my thinking as I gather new experiences and new perspectives. Some days seem easier than others. Some days are downright weird. A lot of days blend together with pain being the main thread, almost like a Groundhog Day-esque loop.

Surviving is a lot of work sometimes, but have to just *try* to keep calm and carry on.

That’s life. It is what it is.

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