2021-02-19 Journal

I'm one lucky gal, and my luck is quite balanced, in the way that when I think I had bad luck but I actually had it pretty good. 

I know a lot of authors try to compose their blogs in English-----aiming to enhance their writing skills I suppose. However, it's not the case here, as I have no intention of refining my written English. Not at all. So it's like, say, you broke up with your boy friend and totally gave up your diet. Yeah, it's like that. Now that I don't need to write any secondary essays, I can just tell my fine-composing skills to just jump off the cliff, 'cause I don't need you anymore. 

No I'm not giving up. I'm just frustrated with the situation. That's it. I will still try to write elegantly, read efficiently and absorb logistics as much as possible-----like a dumb person trying to be smarter than she used to be. 

I believe I will become a better self, and I already have. I'm a better therapist, a better researcher assistant, and a better person in general. I've become more mature, more efficient, and more compassionate, also, more skillful in coping with adversities. I've gained my health back, and I'm not planning on losing it anytime soon.