Day 29 – Considering Past Endeavors
Today, I am challenged to look at my life and reflect on what I might do differently if I had a redo.
If I could go back to school and choose a different major, what would I choose? I am happy with the major I selected but I would have finished my double major if I knew how much further in my career I could be. I majored in Anthropology and graduated one class short of earning a second degree in Psychology. Many of the positions in human services that I’ve researched over the past six months required a degree in Psychology. I was able to substitute experience for education when applying to many of the organizations but not all of them.
If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? If money wasn’t of concern, I would live on the east or west coast, near the ocean. I would love to be near the ocean. Its beauty, the mystery of what lies beneath the surface of the water, is alluring. I don’t want to be in the ocean, there are too many monsters below the surface for my visually impaired self to be comfortable. Plus, you know…sharks. Magnificent prehistoric creatures that they are, I’d still like to steer clear of a run-in.
If I could surround myself with anyone in the world, who would I like to surround myself with? I’d like to keep the people who are in my life and add to the mix individuals who can teach me about their experiences in human rights advocacy and civil rights activism, both past and present. There are struggles happening everywhere in our country and I believe I could do better by learning from others with different life experience. For the most part, I am happy with the decisions I’ve made regarding the questions above. I think if I could change one thing overall in my life, it would be to have taken more chances as a young adult. This is something that I now strive to do daily.
*I want to add additional perspective to yesterday’s post about my pyramid. What I wrote yesterday was my truth as I saw it while writing but my life hasn’t all been unicorns and PEZ dispensers. As I laid in bed last night, I recalled that around the time I was adding stage make-up to my eyes, cheeks, and lips for belly dance performances, I struggled with my perception of my body to the point of starvation. I worked out every day, before and after work. I counted calories and lost weight at an alarming rate. I didn’t recognize my behavior as a plea for control during a time when I felt that I had none, but I am happy to share that I have been in a much better place for many years. I share my story when it’s relevant to help others who may also struggle with eating disorders.
A photo from Holly’s belly dance phase.
