Working hard or hardly… wait how did I get here?

Some of the most unbelievable things have happened in my lifetime.

At the age of 15 I achieved a black belt 

At the age of 20 I graduated college.

At the age of 21 I landed a job in a doctors office, and three months later I am working as an x-ray assistant. It’s interesting to think about. My doctor said that landing that job right out of college is absolutely awesome. I guess it is! I’ve never actually been PROUD of the job I had. Yes working in a doctors office is an achievement enough, after only working in restaurants for most of my life. But to truly sit back and be like.. damn… who would have thunk it. I’m practically an adult!… not. haha I’m actually the youngest one back there. Everyone in the back of the house with me are in their 30’s and 40’s. it’s interesting to see how I fit in that mix, the 21 year old who has action figures glued to her dashboard, and obsesses over scifi movies and television shows. 

Do not get me wrong, this is an extremely stressful job. Absolutely it is the most stressful job I have ever been tied down to. And now that my boyfriend has opened his own business  and isnt going to be getting a steady paycheck every week like we have been use to… I have a feeling that my dream of becoming a fitness instructor anytime soon, isnt going to be happening. Thats okay though. I’m prepared to work my ass off for as long as I can possible handle it. 

I think I just handle stress different than the average person. Bucky’s buddy and mentioned it a couple times how when I come home, I’m never in a bad mood. But as my doctors have told me many times…. I am very atypical, and even though I never think I’m stressed out, my body shows otherwise. I’ll be in constant pain, and break out in hives. It’s the weirdest thing, but it’s becoming obvious how stressed out I am at work, and how I’m able to bottle it up until it leaks out…. via health issues. 

I never complain about work. Honestly I never complain about anything. I’ve never been much of a complainer about serious issues like my job. Usually all it takes is a break down on my halfhour drive home everyday after work, and then I’m good to carry on for another. 

This is life I suppose. It is never beautiful and perfect all the time. In every aspect.

But I love my boyfriend dearly, and he takes care of me in everyway I could ask him to. 

Life is good. Life is successful