A year ago, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I would look you straight in the eye and say that I wanted to be a psychiatrist. I was a double major, and nothing could stop me. However, with psychology there was always some sort of limitations. Sometimes, the shoes didn't fit too right. Either they were too big, or they just weren't comfortable. I was invincible, and nothing could stop me.
Six months in my psychology career, something didn't fit right. I never had the feeling of this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. You know, the Eureka moment when the light bulb goes on in your head. During that time, I joined my school's paper. It was there when I had my aha moment. Whenever I wrote, the words came easy. Whenever I left my journalism class, I had the feeling of that's what I wanted to do with my life. Write interesting stories that gets people to think. Not sitting in an office telling patients what they should do to alleviate their depression.
I knew something was wrong, so I decided that it was time to drop psychology completely. I don't regret that decision because I know that I am truly happier with what I choose. Yes, I didn't complete my psychology program. But, if you have a problem with that, too bad because that's my decision.
Honestly, since I filled out the paperwork to become an English major again, I have no regrets. I feel less stressed out, and I worry about being perfect a little less. The shoe finally fits me like a glove, and it makes me happy to know that I am doing something that makes me happy. And yes, in case you're wondering, I am having my aha moments.