I posted this on FB:

"When your on your way to graduate with a BSN, with a minor in Clarinet Performance, while growing your business as a professional photographer, at the same time still being able to choreograph/teach the art of dance to others. This isn't me gloating (cuz I hate people who do that), this is me accepting my accomplishments in just 5 years and not trying to continually beat myself up over the mistakes I've made in my academic career."

**For some reason, when I posted this I actually got a lot of viewer traffic and helluva lot of likes. I don't know why, but why question a good thing!**

It's easy for me to get sidetracked with all the negatives that go on in my personal life and to not really appreciate how much I've actually accomplished. I know my parents tried tirelessly to rip out the "Only Child" mentality out of me when I was growing up, and for the most part it worked. I hate being the center of attention, I don't overreact when I don't get my way, I live for others, and I don't really think about what happens to me in the process. With all the positives that came out of it, I came away with some negatives. It's hard for me to accept how much I've actually achieved when your constantly reminded by your family of how much you've actually failed. It might be an asian thing or just a family thing, but its something. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the sacrifices they made for me to live the ideal life, but at the same time they didn't need to go to such lengths for me to realize how grateful I am. When you have parents who are cynical of the world we live in, that mentality tends to seep into your soul.

In all honesty, if I told you, in detail, how I actually got to this state of mind, you would be reading a book, and not a small article, but I want to at least get this point across: No matter how many excuses I make to try and explain how I got here, it's all about how I look at the situation moving forward, so as to not stumble backwards in regret. I've come to the realization, that my parents aren't going to change, but I still can. I'm still young and I still have years ahead of me, so I might as well take advantage of it. Nowadays, I reflect on the life I've lived so far and I slowly start to forgive myself for all the misfortunes I caused to myself and to my parents. I finally accept the real me, not the one that couldn't live up to the expectations of others.

Published by Catrece Ann Tipon