“If you’re an underdog… physically disabled, if you don’t fit in, if you’re not as pretty as the others,
you can still be a hero.”
— Steve Guttenberg
I was outside in the beautiful sunshine this afternoon walking very slowly due to the amount of pain I was in, but still smiling because of the sun and the warmth and the songs floating through the air from the birds, when suddenly a wave of discouragement crashed over me.
As a middle-20’s young woman with no college degree, no career track in the making and living in my parent’s basement, I’m definitely not one of the “cool kids.” I don’t fit the modern mold – in reality, my life is completely opposite the modern mold. The discouragement that crashed over me had to do with not fitting in with the modern mold; where is MY degree, where is MY career, where is MY life of independence?
This quote is true, however… as a chronically ill patient I have little to no control over my life right now. As hard as that is for me, who said that you have to fit the modern mold – and by the way, it is the AMERICAN modern mold, not the international mold – to make your corner of the world a little brighter? Who said that you have to have a college degree in order to touch someone’s life?
I’m no hero… but I try to make my corner of the world brighter. By doing so it makes me push aside the discouragement for a little longer.