by PLA Emily
I wanted to assure you that I was still alive after my last blog post. In hindsight, I may have blown things slightly out of proportion.
You gotta give me a break though – I’m in marketing: I’m essentially paid to make mountains out of molehills. But, when you feel trapped under said mountain, you really just want a way out. A shovel, an air vent, and ideally – some dynamite.
In the post-mortem evaluation of what the hell happened though, it turns out what I really needed though, was just a choice.
When I was in the thick of it, I was struck by how suddenly the problem routed itself. Here I was, rolling along when BAM! mental breakdown hits full force. In the autopsy, I learned that what caused my ailment really shouldn’t have bugged me. I had not won things before, as my non-existent athletic record will attest to.
The only difference between this loss and my others?
I chose to let it explode. I chose to let it to erode my confidence in my career plan, my academic accomplishments, and my personal life. In reality, there’s no relation between performance in one competition on any given day and performance in any other aspect of my life. It was simply a bad day that I let morph into something worse.
Thankfully, due to an exceptional network of friends and family who painstakingly listened as I tried to sort through this mess, I was able to transform it into a new thesis on happiness. Ultimately? Happiness is like a multiple choice test. It’s not your rationale that counts, but your final answer. It doesn’t matter how you get to that answer or how your friend gets to that answer or how your parents get to that answer as long as YOU get to the answer that works for you. The good news? You’ve got a 50/50 shot at being right, and if you’ve picked the wrong answer? It’s easy to erase and move on. You just gotta choose.