Still following my dreams
Saw the most recent episode of Glee with Little. I always want to cry during the Asian conflict scenes! He just wants to be a dancer, Dad, he just wants to be a dancer!! Let him live his dreams!!
Brings back memories of my quarter-life crisis halfway through undergrad. I got into so many nasty fights with my parents about pursuing music therapy. All they heard was “music” and not “therapy.” I guess they knew me better. Honestly, if I went all the way in the conservatory, I would have studied composition. I loved theory and fantasized about orchestration. Getting a taste of theory in college made all my dreams in high school that I suppressed seem so much more tangible…
BUT… long story short, I am very happy with the decision I’ve made and I have no regrets. No regrets in getting involved with the conservatory and no regrets in getting involved in physical therapy now. This profession better suits me: the pace, the material, and the environment. Being in this program ensures me that I made the right choice everyday. I am happy to be helping people in a more direct way. Besides, this way I can still do PT and write music. I imagine it would be difficult to be a musician and just get a DPT “on the side.”:P
- Finishing another practical exam (I OWN the wheelchair!)
- Gym time!
- Stretching my poor hammies
- Lunch w/Little in our little apartment
- Not passing out during anatomy lecture
- Our cadaver having such nice lungs!
- Finding out how the cadavers died
- Television relating to problems in Asian American culture
- Finding the courage to stand my ground when I did want to pursue music
- Being happy and sure of my decision in pursuing physical therapy
- Dirty soy chai lattes at Empresso w/Little :)
