Before I mentioned helping myself by helping others. But
what if I helped myself through other means and now I don’t have as much of a
fire in me to do what it was I thought I wanted? I didn’t anticipate figuring
things out for myself. I didn’t anticipate actually being happy in a very set
routine where I basically read all day for a living. I know a younger version
of myself might’ve hated it. I didn’t used to like sitting still. I needed
adventure. I needed human interaction. I needed to feel alive. But my brain is
alive when I’m reading. And I have the freedom and control to not be a slave to
the chair I’m sitting in. I learned how to make things work for myself,
health-wise (or so I think). So if I’m happy doing this, do I still need to
help others with their health in order to be happy and feel like I’m making a
difference? That is the big question. Does it matter if I’m helping people with
writing vs. being healthy? I guess in the health field, there’d be the
opportunity to keep up with advancements in the industry. But I could do that
on my own as a consumer; I wouldn’t have to be a practitioner to still keep up.
And I have my other passions that I keep up with – the publishing and film
industries. I don’t have to be (and am not) an author or actor to keep up with
those. Simply being a consumer can be fun. As long as your day job isn’t
terrible and you’re still helping someone (which would be true for me), then
how important is it to want more? I think I could maybe be happy with helping
people with their writing OR their health. It’s hard to know sometimes until
you’ve actually tried and done it.
