Dear Diary,
A long time ago, I dreamed of wearing suits and having a nice, comfy job. Well now, I’ve gotten it. Yet, I feel so out of place. I feel disappointed. I feel like I cannot measure up to the greatness everyone always sees in me. I cannot measure up to their praises. I spent all afternoon and all night moping about it.
Enough said, it is time to move forward again. Tomorrow will be a brand new day. I plan on carrying on until the very end of my master’s program. I need to keep my dreams and hopes alive. One day, I am aiming to have my own home health company, become a family nurse practitioner, be fit, travel the world, own a nice house, buy a home for my parents, and to continue wearing suits. One step at a time. Just you wait. And just I wait.

















