Sporadic revisiting

The mind and memory can play tricky games with our consciousness.  Looking back on the travails of these past ~3 years, I believe that I’m where I’m supposed to be. It was such a great feeling when during a chat with my senior colleague, she told me “...well, you’re wanted here.” What a wonderful statement to hear, isn’t it? I always thought that I shouldn’t expect validation and must not inordinately seek recognition, yet like most people, I probably innately crave it. I resigned to the fact that if I could go through things once again, I should have invested more on those which/who were worth the time rather than operate under the delusion that implicit biases or preconceived perceptions change. Sort of like Lindsay Lohan’s predicament on Mean Girls. I think I actually belong now. No longer the square peg trying to fit in a round hole. Yay!