I know I'm not the only one out there. I struggle through the jealousy, disappointment, frustration, and self-doubt every week. At a young age, my parents built up the impression that I was capable of many things. Looking back, I always wonder why I feel like such an underachiever?
There's a strange dichotomy that comes from growing up in my family. You strive to do well, you're supposed to. At the same time, nothing is ever good enough. As well as I did (I finish 25th in a high school class of 600+), I always felt like second best. I didn't get into an Ivy League school, I didn't land a high paying, high status job out of college.
Even now, I feel like I lag most everyone I know (family, friends, and close acquaintances). I didn't earn a six-figure salary until I was 34. I didn't marry until I was 37. My first child came at the ripe age of 39. To make things worse, I don't like my job and feel like I'm trapped in this career unless I want to start back at the bottom. And to make things more complicated, I'm less willing to compromise on the type of job I want because I want to be able to have realistic hours that still allow me to take care of my family.
Gee, yeah, this is going to be easy to change...
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