I remember the days when the word “nerd” offended us. I remember people close to me telling me I would never marry someone wealthy because I was a nerd and all I did was read (which makes no sense to me at all now that I realized intelligent men usually want to marry intelligent women…). Remember, the only people who want a doormat are those with dirty feet… 👌🏼
I remember the same people telling me I would never have a boyfriend because I wouldn’t party and put out at a young age.
I would hear them in the other room laughing at me, usually while drinking and sometimes using.
I had people close to me, both adults and peers that I should have been able to trust, feeding me lies about how my life would be.
I used books and research to escape. And I had the courage to be disliked by them. Though, it didn’t make the heartache any easier until I grew older and wiser.
One of my favorite things to do is sit in my office alone and do research. I love finding old dermatology journals and articles written by people who actually did the science themselves. This is where I get most of my information from. Does anyone else love researching other places besides the internet? When you learn science, you’re able to gather more accurate information than reading opinions on the internet and information from companies who push their agenda-setting theories on you. (Sorry, tangent).
Education is a gift and you don’t need to sit in a classroom to be informed. This is where I still get lost. There’s so much information out there and it’s exciting when something new “clicks.” Useful information you want to share with others. I still find my heart rate rising when I’m researching and sometimes I have to step away to calm down. This is how I know, I am in fact, that “nerd.”
I didn’t marry a wealthy man. But I married a hard-working one. I married someone who doesn’t call me names or belittle me and who respects me when I don’t want to drink or ”party” in front of my children.
As I sat here this morning, 4 hours of research passing by so quickly, I looked up and realized I’m that same nerd I used to be. Escaping in research where I feel content. Except a wealthy man doesn’t pay my bills. My research does. I think of the people who I once trusted and I look at their complicated, drama-filled lives now and I can’t help but thank God I got lost in my books.
“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the one thing that saves them from the world.”
Researching skin brought me away from my problems. It saved me.
If you don’t think that you have a passion, think of the first thing that calms you down when you’re feeling stressed. When anxiety or sadness or problems hit, what do you do?
Doing what you love can change your world. Better yet, doing what you love can change the world. Don’t believe me? Imagine a world full of people doing what they love.
And remember, you don’t need to be saved by anyone. You can be your own hero and you can change any circumstance in your life. You can take a path that goes against what is supposed to be your “normal.”