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Validating my direction, tarot cards, and Tik Tok dance trends.

Today is Sunday. What social media, capitalism, and the world tends to deliver as self-care day.  But for most of us that isn’t the case. In the life of a premed student, that’s an even funnier joke.

Today I woke up with intention of working out, making my meal prep for the week, finishing some errands, and putting away last weeks laundry that has been staring at me since it was placed on the floor that same day.

And while the ambition was there and my mindset was sorta kinda there, instagram and tiktok popped in soon after I opened my eyes and that was kind of it. Thank god I had a meeting with my friend who also is in the same non-profit with me that required me to put myself together and look somewhat decent. It’s so nice being able to talk to someone who fully understands the struggle of being a non-traditional student. Someone who doesn’t judge you or give you any feeling of comparison queen to share stats and whose gpa is bigger. She did get a new clinical research position which made me question my own extracurriculars for a moment-because human- but thankfully that thought disappeared as quickly as it appeared. I know it biologically and evolutionarily makes sense but god do I loathe our brains always providing the negative lull in our minds that is anxiety and stress. So we must constantly choose the road less thought of. 

I continued to make my smoothie, one of the few things I’m proud of in the kitchen, and then figured a workout was in order. But no regular run-around-the-neighborhood-jog would suffice. I needed something that entertained me yet challenged me physically and emotionally. Something that would make me sweat without noticing and would captivate me for the entire time. Can’t really afford kickboxing so Tik Tok dance trends… HERE WE COME! 

I burned almost 400 calories in under an hour. Now you can say whatever you want but I love it. And shaking my booty along with Doja cat gives me life. So, there’s that.

Now that I’ve progressed in other parts of my life I felt it only right to focus on my pre-medical corner again. It’s been an odd lull since last application cycle. And since I didn’t apply this cycle as I didn’t feel ready and didn’t want to show up with only half the improvements I felt it to be a personal waste. So instead I’ve been focusing on the one daunting thing I have left. The MCAT. Third time’s the charm. Ive set it in my mind to take it in January. This way in the rare case I truly honestly need one more month or so I can take it in March/April and still not be as stressed as I already would be. I have two more weeks left in my online program and then I will be switching to full on practice. Quizzes, full-lengths, Anki,etc. I’m ready I just needed a refresher. My other issue is work. I had already lowered my hours during my masters program which lasted two years and then slightly lowered it to study for the mcat for 3 months. Having to do that again is just not feasible at least until I’ve paid off my credit card more. I will say things are looking up. After the shitshow that was this past month and a half, I finally feel on the up and up of the zig zag of my progress. 

My future brother in law also read my cards too. Tarot cards that is. And it had good things to add. I know we’re supposed to believe in ourselves and remind ourselves who “that bitch” on our own. But it can be exhausting. Sometimes it’s just nice to hear someone tell you  or be delivered a message through the stars, the clouds, or the morning radio. A sign that what you know in your heart is true, really is true. Just a wee bit of validation. A bit of reinforcement. That all.

And god did I need it. All the cards pointed the way to a direction I already felt me moving towards. It was a great feeling, regardless if you believe in that stuff or not. I know my time is coming. Life truly is a ball of wonder and uncertainty. And yet, every bit of it feels right. 

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Loving yourself first

When you look at us, what do you see?⠀

I know I don’t talk about my fiancé a lot partly because he likes to keep his private life private but I’d l rather like to keep him all to myself anyway 🥰⠀

Before we met, we had gone through the ringer with separate people. We had lost ourselves for some time and had to learn the true reality of being happy with no one other than yourself first.⠀

Before we met, I went from relationship to relationship from high school to long distance to undergrad. ⠀

Before we met, I was mentally and emotionally abused constantly yet too scared to leave the complacent bubble I had become surrounded by.⠀

Before we met, I had to learn to say enough and walk away from a life I had known for 3 years.⠀

Before we met, I lived completely alone. And in that solitude I had strip away every fear and insecurity I ever had and learn to digest them. I had to learn to find comfort in my own space, in my own presence, and make my own peace first.⠀

Before we met, I had reached a point where I knew I could be completely and absolutely happy with the life I had ahead of me, regardless if it included sharing it with someone else.⠀

A year after all that processing, we met.⠀

And when I saw him, I definitely stumbled for a second. Not because he was attractive, or I was attracted to him—although yes and yessss.

It came from the fact that for a second I felt a push. Almost like a hand shove my forward just an inch, just enough to lose my balance and place me in the exact angle to see him walk into the bar that night.

And there was a little hiccup with our mutual friend at the time who was concerned, because she felt we both weren’t ready for each other. But I knew there was something here.

A spark. A real fire I had truly never encountered.

And he felt the very same.

Honestly, we’re not perfect. But if we were puzzle pieces, our jagged edges lined up perfectly. In every way I could describe.

He’s my best friend, my confidant, the first person I think of when I accomplish something great, and the only person I need holding me when the world feels too heavy. He’s nothing like what I envisioned my future to have. It’s funny, in a way he has all the traits I loved in my parents.

I know that sounds odd, but bare with me.

He keeps me safe, calm, and always laughing the way my father always has. But he’s also observant, incredibly bright, and challenges me when I absolutely need it like my mother. I know, it makes more sense now.

But above all, he loves me. The true me. The ugly and the beautiful. The afraid and the brave. The insecure and the generous. There isn’t a moment I don’t feel like a queen in his arms.

When I look at him, I can envision the future I’ve always hoped for. It’s no longer some awful 90s sitcom with bad reception. It’s crystal clear. We talk about the kids we’ll have, the house and farm we’d like create—the man wants goats—situations we’ll go through as a family, and everything in between.

He supports my dreams the same way he supports my head when I fall asleep on his arm. He doesn’t even nudge me when I cut off his circulation.

I have the love I thought was only reserved for movies and romcoms. And yet it’s even better.

I say this all as nothing more than a moment to be so grateful for the person I had to become to get here and appreciate this man.

As well as a reminder.

Don’t settle for anything less than what your heart is truly worth.

Whatever your meant to have will find it’s way to you. But only once you’re able to appreciate and celebrate who you are.

Because in essence, your a diamond.

And with some love for yourself and a crap load of pressure, you’ll shine.

New chapter and things

Yesterday was my last day here. A job that has become a part of me for the past 8 years. One in which I was challenged again and again, through and through. In every aspect of my role, I was met with discomfort, but growth awaited me on the other side.

For the first year I was bright-eyed and enthusiastic about working in the pharmacy. Being a part of a crucial aspect of patient health was important to me and it gave me glimpse of a life I could one day maybe pursue. But it quickly became a hostile environment. One in which my awaited my impending failure and tried to break me from the top down. Sick people angry at the responses you’d give or the lack of answers you had available. Pharmacy personnel so numb to the chaos that they couldn’t recognize snuffing the light out of an innocent soul.

But what they didn’t know was my heart was not without it’s steel gates.

This year would not break me, but rather give me a taste of numbness and cruelty I would never inflict on another. I would bring others up in every capacity and opportunity not given to me. I would do better. And so I did.

For years I put in my all. And as soon as I could I made a leap to transfer to a store closer to my home at the time. I felt a sort of peace there. One in which I had been kept from in my previous store. But even here there were nuances. Silent levels that would not yet show face. As I became more involved in the pharmacy, I started to see the transparent hierarchies of the women that surrounded me. The ones that were so knowledgable and sure of themselves. The ones I wanted have a friendship with. The ones I wanted to impress. And remind them I could be where they were.

A few years later I was promoted to inventory specialist. In this position, I felt a new sense of pride. This role gave me the space and flexibility to find a new found purpose in myself and my new abilities. I could strengthen weaker ones and have something to show my efforts during our annual inventory audit. Those few weeks were always extra chaotic. You and you alone were responsible for the balance, organization, and maintenance of hundreds and hundreds of medications. This lasted for a few years. Going through this I felt a lack of value in my efforts.

This lasted for years. Arriving early, staying late, making coffee runs, etc. And it worked. As my time progressed so did my skills. My typing reached speeds of over 78wpm with keen accuracy. My ability to resolves insurance claims, speak to other staff within the medical field, give recommendations and suggestions on medications and symptoms –under pharmacist supervision– and calm down patient issues became more and more like second nature to me. By year 5, I could double count control medications, put through a delivery, and answer medication information in Spanish while also supervising 7 other technicians around me to ensure steady workflow. My mind could be processing things on the screen in front of me while my hands prepared medications below me. It became easy.

Too easy. So easy in fact I started to lose a sense of pride in it.

Not so much in my skillset but in myself. My ability to accept discomfort and grow forward through it. I needed more. I was ready for more. Yet my mind made me believe otherwise. Or rather my fear. My fear of failure.

I left at one point.

To venture and seek a different position. I found myself at a dermatology call center for a few months only to learn I would never find myself permanently glued to the phone from 8-5pm. It wasn’t for me. And I took that lesson as a force for my next movement. Next step.

I came back to.a place I once called home. It might’ve been the safety net drawing me back or the familiarity of the nuances within the pharmacy. The ones I became so accustomed to for such a long time. But this time things were different than when I had left. My efforts and talents had been met with full appreciation. It was wholesome. It was what I had looked for the first round. I became lead technician and this was met with a flexibility, benefits, and understanding of the value I brought to the team. It let me shine through and continue my efforts. Throughout some more years, pharmacist came and go, technicians were came and went, some as quickly as they arrived. This revolving door continued for years. It was hard keeping good company as the negativity we dealt with customers, patients, higher-ups, etc, became unbearable. Weeks would go by without lunch breaks, bathroom breaks, metrics and profit margins carrying more weight than the actual patients.

Then COVID-19 happened. The worst was yet to come. We were met with a lack of personnel, lack of hours, lack or resources, lack of help of any kind. Incentives came through as “golden tickets” to hide their empty promise. But in that darkness, our team preserved. The environment sheltered us and forced us to be even more humane with one another. In spite of what we received from our clientele. Then the need for testing and vaccinations came up and allowed the technicians to hold that weight on our shoulders. We learned to immunize patients, discuss pertinent information regarding common side effects and vaccine information, asses a patient if they have allergic reactions and how to counteract them, draw up vaccine doses, provide PCR/NAAT nasal testing supplies to patients, and maintain workflow. The ability to sit down and connect to a patient, telling stories, answering their concerns, and ultimately providing them comfort before an uncomfortable experience such as needles was a profound experience. Hearing patients acknowledge my delicacy in immunizing them, grace in distracting them, or pleasantness in addressing any issues was music to my ears. I continued this for over a year. I had to privilege to even immunize some of my family and friends that trusted me to do so. It brought me so much joy.

Walking from something regardless of how stressful, uncomfortable, or painful it at times was, is still very bittersweet. This experience through and through challenged me in all the ways I believe I needed pressure in. It allowed me to become involved in the lives of some of the most amazing people. It showed me the uglier sides of humanity as well. A lesson learned overall.

And now I can say farewell and set my sights on the next chapter. The next target I was always so afraid to pursue. But not anymore. I truly gained all that I could from this experience and I carry each and every story with me.

To my next step, no longer afraid.

I’m ready.

So it begins,

As 2021 was coming to a close, the lull of grind culture and “new goals, new me” were all around. And I wasn’t really mad about it. Part of me knew I needed a little bit of a kick in the tush to get moving again.

I had gotten stale. Comfortable. And I wished for more.

And it would take more than hopes and prayers. It would require me to move.

So I did what any bright-eyed type A person does. Bought a planner. I figured even if i didn’t fill it out all the way, the act of purchasing it would force me to walk into Marshall’s, set my eyes on one and only one item, and walk out confidently, knowing I completed the task. That was enough for me. Enough to start.

Weeks continued and as it became closer to the brink of novelty that would be 2022, I got hit with a bus. Not literally-but physically my body was destroyed-so I guess not too far off. The wretched thing that is this SARS virus was plaguing my body and my life all at once.

Being in quarantine required me to stay a recluse. While having time off from work sounds like a dream, not having an income to pay your bills was not the dream let me tell you. And being that both my jobs are in healthcare it was not a good thing. At first the days weren’t too bad. I kept myself busy, catching up on shows I had always wanted to binge or at least finish, working on my wedding coming up, and de-cluttering the house. What I failed to realize was how desperately body needed to s l o w d o w n.

It was practically begging me to chill. Feelings of anxiousness and mood swings filled my body along with the congestion, body aches, and fever already ramping on in my immune system. I felt too weak to move let alone work out. I found myself and my fiancé ordering everything and having it delivered. Blessed that we live in a time that not doing everything yourself exists but Jesus do the added taxes, fees, and tips get you.

Once I had gotten a handle on all my responsibilities and my fiancé’s symptoms started to improve I knew it was my time to let myself heal too. I left 13+ hours a day. I’ve never slept that long in my life. I felt like a grizzly bear hiding from a cold winter in Montana, or whatever states have grizzlies hibernating at.

My body summoned sleep and I listened.

This lasted practically 12 days–thank god for no kids. I don’t know how people can manage. But quick shoutouts to so many of y’all who can. Superheroes I swear.

But while this was happening, my resting allowed me to not only heal physically, but it gave me space to do so emotionally. There was a lot of negative energy that had occurred over the second half of 2021. Much of which took us a long time to tackle and process ourselves. It wasn’t prioritized enough to make any changes. So a couple weeks before our “couple’s retreat,” we had hashed a lot of it out. Thank god, because being stuck together would’ve forced those emotions out one way or another and it’s clear that neither one of us would’ve had the strength to deal with them amidst our declining health.

By day 13 I felt the impulse to move. Not so much physically jump, but more so get things done. Grab the planner I bought collecting dust for the past two weeks and get to work. I made a plan for my MCAT prep finally, the thing I had been dreading to start for even longer than my sickness. I made a list of small projects I wanted to accomplish and I made pockets of time for the things I felt needed to take priority. I started to write in my gratitude’s book once more, as I had lost sight of those things I felt so blessed with once before. I also paid real close attention to how I acted around my fiancé during this time. I tried to be more honest about mistakes I would make and not say sorry for, or moments I was too harsh on him. I also made a real effort to make him feel good when he did something kind or genuine for me–I can be a bit prickly sometimes.

Even while not working out or seeing my friends or really doing much outside the house, I started to feel better. The symptoms continued to improve and I felt more at peace. I laughed much more than I had in weeks. I realized how much closer we became as a couple and most of the worries I had weeks prior were replaced with laughter and reassurance in the other.

So while January and 2022 did not start the way we had hoped, the challenge it brought for myself and my fiancé made us stronger together. It gave my the space I needed to hone into what direction I want this year to go. I had forgotten how necessary rest and stillness can be for your life as much as your soul. Your endeavors and dreams.

I asked for growth in 2021. And that is exactly what I received.

Whether loud or quiet, growth was what I found.

2022 brings with it implementation, achievement, and grace.

Ready to see how this goes.

Underlying skin

These past few weeks have been hard for me.

Not so much so for the stress that comes from working with sick people.
Staying on top of the health of others comes natural to me.

A fast dynamic is what I thrive in. Always have.

It comes from something deeper.

A sorta of confidence I’ve always been able to express. Effortlessly most days.

Some days requiring more effort, but always there. Under the surface. Like my super own power.

These past few weeks my skin has been plagued with a shade of red and a sea of questions. I tried all remedies, increased water intake, sunscreen, gentle cleansers, etc. For a long time I felt as though I had control in what was happening with my body.

Until now. Now nothing I did made a difference. My body running on autopilot and i’m stuck in the trunk. Was I falling apart? Is this skin what I am to become?

All dramatics aside,

There’s a sense of joy that comes from looking and feeling your best and when your incapable of accomplishing that, it’s painful. It strips how you identify yourself to be and all the details of you.

I’m still taking various routes such as getting my lab work done, and restarting antibiotics. Finding ironic joys with our enforced mask guidelines. It allows me to keep a small piece of my reality hidden from the world until I allow it.

It’s moments like this where I’m truly thankful of the love I share with my fiancé. He still sees the beauty underneath the inflammation. And that allows me to hold on to her too.

Until the next step.

Warmth in tomorrow

What a lighter day it feels this morning.

Even as I write this,
I still haven’t taken it all in.

The moments of history being captured before me yesterday morning, still haven’t made their full impact.

And then I saw them being sworn in.
President Joe Biden & Madam VP Kamala Harris. And it was as if every cell in my body felt it. Every tissue softened, every muscle relaxed for a moment.

It was as if every ounce of my being was coming up for air.

2020 had been a nightmare on ice. It was as though all of the beauty within this world, knowledge, respect, class, and love were trapped underneath the surface. Our joys trapped along with it.

And all together we watched the world crumble above it.

Heart-wrenching didn’t even scratch the surface.

But witnessing the events of yesterday unfold.

In a way that celebrated all people, all shades, and all contrasts of our society,

was truly powerful. Magical. Necessary.

Because regardless of matching up ideals and beliefs, they’re presence as leaders of our nation represent a sense of inertia for true change, a sense of strength to see through the pain we’ve lived in the “decade” that was 2016-2020, and above all,

A sense of hope.

A feeling so many of us had lost touch with.

And while there is immense work ahead,
Today and every step into our future,

It feels as though our backpedaling has ceased,

we’ve switched gears,

And finally, the warmth of tomorrow is within reach, once more.

Keep going

To the little girl that only had her mom and grandma to look up to because no one else looked like her.⠀⠀
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To the little lady who always had a big girl job to do even when she wasn’t completely ready.⠀⠀
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To the sister who had to stay strong and keep her head forward to set the example for the wandering eyes of her siblings.⠀⠀
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To the girl who always played down her stress and her struggle because mental health was not something you talked about.⠀⠀
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To the girl who just kept pushing through the depression, the numbing thoughts, and the exhaustion because to stop would’ve been unacceptable.⠀⠀
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To the girl who did not yet understand how life-changing self love would prove to be.⠀⠀
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To the girl that didn’t understand the lessons in the pain she would soon face.⠀⠀

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕,⠀⠀
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But you are going to achieve incredible feats.⠀⠀
You will change the hearts of those around you.⠀
You will gain all the love you gave away and then some.⠀⠀
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You will understand the beauty that lives within your spirit and the power that radiates from your voice.⠀⠀
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Your resilience and passion will be something to be admired and not mocked.⠀

Believe me, the breakdowns, tears, trips, and falls don’t stop here.⠀⠀
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But you will find strength in expressing your trials and share hope through your tribulations.⠀⠀
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You will find growth in each step.⠀⠀

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.⠀⠀
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You will surround yourself with an incredibly supportive community that ask for nothing less than your highest self.⠀⠀
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Your dreams will no longer be far-fetched stars in your mind. They’ll be gained as small pieces of the trail you’ve paved. ⠀⠀
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You’ll have finally made room for the future you couldn’t quite visualize before.⠀⠀
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Because while I stand where I am,⠀
Where you desire to be.⠀⠀
I was once where you are.⠀⠀
And back then, I also wasn’t ready to see. ⠀


The systemic loop that is now.

I find myself having so many thoughts. Many of which don’t really make sense or may not encompass an entire thought really, but they’re there.

And they are screaming.
There are so many emotions rummaging through my mind. Anger, pain, defeat, and distress.

Imagining the world as it can be and seeing it as it is is painful. It’s exhausting.

While with some steps we leap forward, there are other steps that land us on an invisible platform of systemic oppression and just before we can take a step back, the hinge creaks, the door cracks open, and we plunge.

Free-falling.

Unable to gather our sense of center or footing.

A rather reminiscence of Alice in Wonderland tumbling down a pit of darkness. It’s scary. It’s nerve racking. The panic lodged in my throat. Then it progresses into an ongoing numbness. Feels new yet I distinctly remember it somehow.

Centuries have passed.
And slowly that numbness becomes quiet.

Dull.
Yet, almost comforting.

I find a warm sensation creeping through. Slowly cradling my body and mind. Gradually this feeling becomes more profound. I become ever more at ease with the space around me.

The darkness that once consumed my soul and empowered my fears and anxiety are dissipating and transforming into an experience I couldn’t have anticipated. Prepared for even. My eyes adjust and there’s a dim light far ahead.

I see sillouhettes peering through the light. I’m not sure what to make of them but there’s a deep urge to gravitate to them. Warmth radiates from them. My feet are being yanked in their direction, but my mind is reluctant.

I’m conflicted.

Nevertheless I step forward. The closer I get the warmer I feel. The more at peace I become. Joy begins to consume me. It’s beautiful. It’s wonderful. It’s love.

I want to live here forever. But complacency is not the goal. So I continue to move forward, ever so closer.

And just as I get within reach of it,

one more step…

“Creak.”

Lazy and the false implications behind it

This morning my day started at 10 AM. I never thought anything about this time, honestly it was before 12 PM so thought I was doing just fine. Yes my goal is and still continues to be for even earlier more like, 5-7 AM. It’s been a goal of mine for a long time and I always get a little bit closer and then vacation happens or exams, and I get a bit derailed.

No big. Like I said its a goal, it’s a huge work in progress for me. But eventually I’ll get there. Just a matter of time.

But when did such an arbitrary thing like a time like 10AM become such a daunting negative thing?

Looking at it from an analytic standpoint, 24 hours in a day, starting your day at 10 AM only give you 14 hours to do everything else. A job, let’s say a single 9-5 plus commute takes up another 9 hours (assuming the commute round trip is an hour), which leaves you with 5 hours. Then add in time to eat. We’re humans not vacuums so we also need at least an hour to an hour an 1/2 for all three meals. This leaves us with 3.5 hours to accomplish everything else that wasn’t already done with the other above tasks.

So from this standpoint, yes, it may seem 10 AM is late and setting us for failure for all other tasks outside of required work and nutrition. But what about all the entrepreneurs and the nurses and teachers and other professions? The ones whose careers don’t surround their schedule around that 9-5 timeline but rather more or less in various chunks of those 24 hours? Their prime working hours may very well be the prime sleeping hours of others.

So in their line of working, that set time is actual very appropriate. For those starting their prime sleep hours between the hours of 2 AM and 10 AM are prioritizing their health and quality of sleep as opposed to what society has set to be.

Now I started this off with being lazy. Why? Because the sheer word of it has a negative connotation. And besides that it, is linked to a long line of assumptions and judgements. When you think of someone who is a lazy individual do you think they perform efficiently at work? Or that they make it to all of their children’s performance? Or that they aren’t an attentive and supportive boyfriend? Maybe not you but a lot of people believe the latter. That a single adjective can set a direction of thought and perspective on a single individual. And from what exactly? The idea that this individual is seemed these things because he sleeps in from time to time?

This topic first started when the pandemic first began in March, or at least when society and the new deemed it “ serious.” And at the time, it sparked many conversations regarding personal bias and development of self. While this happened, I was called lazy by some random nobody due to the time I would wake up in the morning. I can’t tell you why it bothered me so much. Maybe it was due to the fact that he didn’t really know me or my life. Or the fact that I was learning and obtaining so much information on improvement and perspectives that I felt defensive over the word. Because to some people, being lazy is a very small characteristic of their personality. While for someone who already has other factors being pinned against them, such as a black or Hispanic women, being deemed lazy is only the tip of the ice berg. In the eyes of others in society, lazy becomes this deafening sound or scarlet letter.

I think the reason it truly hit a nerve was becases the word itself represents an incredibly inaccurate depiction of me and sadly THAT is what society would focus on. Not my hard work and resilience in school or the kindness I share towards complete strangers. All someone would remember is the negative mark on my peronsality report that says im a lazy individual.

And that would be that.

The broken bits

This past week, I went back to work at my pharmacy for the weekend. It’s something that felt so familiar, like muscle memory, riding a bike, nothing had changed. I clocked in, put my coffee on the counter and went to print my credentials.

The day started like always, chaotic at best. From the moment you walk in to the moment you leave, you’re running. Not like a marathon, where the pace is steady and constant, but more like 500m dash, sprinting from one task to another with no time for breaks. While your mind goes rampant thinking about all returns, cash loss reports, the 200 prescriptions that have yet to be inputted, Carol’s antibiotic reconstitute at pickup, the transfer that needs to be sent in from 3219, the 300 prescriptions that need to be processed, and the 28 totes full of medication that need to be sorted and organized, the phone rings for the 4th time in 8 minutes.

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