I don’t think I’ve ever taken time to
consciously think over major parts of my life.
This seems like a useful exercise.
Career
After getting my MA
in Public Policy in 2011, I floated around for about 6 years doing work that
had nothing to do with my degree. About a year and a half ago, I finally
managed to secure a position that directly utilizes my degree. At my current job, I do research, analysis,
and writing on a daily basis. These are
the core skills that were covered during my graduate program and I am happy
that I finally get to have real world experience. I have learned a lot and I am extremely
thankful and lucky that I managed to get into a Policy Analysis position of
this sort. However, my experience here
has been somewhat of a wakeup call regarding coworkers and managers. No matter how great a job is, if you have a difficult time with people you work with, that aspect of the job can negate the
positives on most days. This has
unfortunately been the case and it has been my primary difficulty. But, this setback has been an educational
experience as well and I’ve had to strengthen my emotional resilience in response. For instance, I have learned to better deal
with people who get stressed easily and are unable to manage their anxiety Ultimately, I am thankful for having this
challenge and I will continue to learn from it.
As for next steps, I
am not quite sure at this point. After I
rack up another year or two of policy analysis experience at this job, more
doors might open for me and I can apply to more senior and managerial-level
positions.
Health
I was recently
diagnosed with Tinnitus (constant noise in ears that only the person themselves
can hear) and it has been quite the journey so far. I initially met the diagnosis with anxiety
and denial and was unable to sleep for several nights in a row. But as always, the anxiety naturally declined
over time and my mind learned to be more accepting of this condition. I think about it less often now but it’s
still on my mind perhaps 30-50 times a day whenever it comes into conscious
awareness. At night, it’s front and
center since the environment is more silent and I can hear the internal noise
much more easily and intensely. Evenings
have been the most difficult time of the day so far but I am learning to
manage. I am not sure if this condition
will ever go away since there is no cure for it. The most an afflicted person can do is to
learn to live with it with as little stress as possible. I am still somewhat distressed over potentially
being stuck with a condition for life but I am also hopeful that I will think
about it less and less often over time, until it becomes background noise
(literally.. heh…) that my mind ignores on its own.
Personal Life
My biggest challenge
in this area has been my consistent failure of being part of a small group of
buds who hang out and do stuff together.
I used to have such a group of friends about 10 years ago but due to
various reasons, everyone mostly fell off the radar and I haven’t spoken to my
old friends in years. I have always
struggled to make consistent friends but I had no idea how truly difficult it
could be since there really isn’t a reliable “guide” for stuff like this. At least I am able to keep touch with folks
somewhat consistently when it comes to electronic communication. However, I do yearn for in-person
interactions and those have escaped me for a while. Oh well, I’ll keep trying. Not much else I can do.
I guess that’s all
for now. Onward.
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