I don't know why I picked it back up; something inside me just really wanted to read it, to see what it had to say to me. I can say that I'm very glad I listened to that little voice because it's been a rewarding read. I haven't yet finished it (I'm to part 3), but it's said some things to me that I've taken to heart. I was reading it when I volunteered at one of the vet clinics in town in 2009, and the technician asked me what I was reading. I showed her the book and her response was, "Hard Things? I don't want to do hard things!" If she only knew.
Doing hard things can be small things. One example I love that they gave in the book was "drudging along through chemistry". Boy, I can certainly relate to that! I didn't think I would make it through my first semester of chemistry, but I did. And with a B. *Yeah I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw that on my transcript*. Chemistry was certainly a hard thing for me to do, and in the big scope of things, it wasn't all that important! I mean, it must not seem important to most people. It was to me. I had an inner drive to do my best at that course because I didn't want to fail. I stumbled and fell a couple of times, but I didn't fail. Even with the death of my Papaw, and even before then, with his failing health, I was able to focus on my ultimate goal: making the best grade I could on the final that would raise my grade to a B. I don't even know how I stayed focused during finals. Inside I was an emotional wreck; I had a friendship coming to a screeching end, one of the men I loved the most was dying, and I wasn't sure if I was going to pull through the semester with a C or not. The hard things that I find hardest are pretty small. College is a "hard thing" that I have to adapt to; I have to learn to adjust how I study, how I work, and that doesn't stop with the first semester. Every week I have to re-adjust a schedule, or how I do things....and sometimes it's infuriating.
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