WOOT!!! I passed my Advanced Accounting Class!

I graduated High School December 1991 at age 15.  I have done many educational conferences and courses for work related purposes, but never a college course simply to further my education.  I decided to do this 10 week Advanced Accounting Course when I learned that you can do free courses at Coursera.  If you want it to be certified, you can pay for that (or you can skip that and not do it, like I did).  

Initially when I signed up, I thought it was going to be easy to do with my work and travel schedule.  3-7 hours of videos a week.  One weekly homework test.  A semi-final exam halfway through and a final the week of Thanksgiving.  

Ugh.  I have not done true school in 22 years.  What was I thinking?

The pressure mounted.  If I had stayed up on doing a video once daily, it wouldn't be so bad, but no, I would push it off until Friday, Saturday and Sunday, they final day my test was due each week.  It was harder than I thought.  Aspects of this course were easy to go through.  Some stuff wasn't.  The tests were nothing the curriculum we studied for during the week and the presentations by the professor.  I don't understand schools who switch their methods on you.    

One of my friends asked why I felt I needed to do this.  Didn't I think I was smart enough already?  When I explained that I knew very little about amortization and depreciation as it relates to taxes and accounting, along with the appropriate way to do line item adjustments, I felt I had lots to learn.  She laughed at me and said you have already lost me.  Awwwhhhhhhh!  My friends who don't have to work to make a living and have a husband who takes care of them.  Send a sugar daddy my way and I won't have to do school 22 years later either.

I completed the full 10 week course.  And I got word today that I passed!!!  I passed my Advanced Accounting class!!!!!!!  

No, I didn't get the score I wanted, but I passed and that is what matters, even if my Mom would not be pleased because it wasn't 100%, I am pleased that I stuck with it and I learned some things to help my clients as I interact with their CPA's.

THANK YOU to all of you who prayed for me, who encouraged me, who believed in me...you are the bestest friends in the world!  each of YOU a bunch.

textbook patient

Would you want to be a textbook patient?  If your doctor told you that's how he looked at you, what would you say?

My Acupuncturist looks at me like this.  The first time he told me I was a textbook patient, I kinda was like, what???  My back stiffened.  How dare he call me a textbook patient!  I don't wanna be a textbook patient!!!

It since has become a joke and I have accepted it.  I am.  A textbook patient.

I started Acupuncture in the quest to find a way to deal with my insomnia, hair loss, extreme fatigue, allergies, allergic reactions and rashes, along with the ongoing hormone issues that have perplexed me for years.  Dealing with a combination of symptoms, a level of complexity that is pretty high, unique reactions from herbal treatments, I have had to come to accept it, I am the textbook patient.

I realized I was fighting it.

I wanted to be "normal". I didn't want to be unique.  I didn't want to be a test.  I didn't want to be complex.  I didn't want there to not be answers.  I didn't want my symptoms to generate "the look", the statement "I haven't heard of that before", the feeling that I was strange.  I wanted help.  The first time.  I wanted a fix.

But who doesn't want answers?

Who doesn't want a fix?

I realized there were reasons I was fighting it.  

Being normal, unique, a test, complex, without answers, perplexing, strange and all that had a bad feeling.  It made me feel like I was just like my Mom.  

I fight that feeling more than you can imagine.

I had to realize that having health conditions that were valid and true symptoms doesn't make me like my Mom.  Being unique doesn't make me a match just like my Mom.  Being someone to be able to help others by being a test patient, doesn't make me like my Mom.  Being complex doesn't mean I am hypochondriac.  Being without answers doesn't mean I am hopeless.  Being perplexing doesn't mean it isn't a valid reason.  Being strange doesn't mean I am strange in the way my Mom is strange.  Just because my Mom has health issues and I have some health issues, doesn't mean I shouldn't seek help for those issues.

How many woman in the bible had the symptoms of the lady that touched the Lords robe?  We only know of one.  Was she normal?  Unique?  A test?  Complex?  Without answers?  Perplexing?  Strange?

Would I want her to feel she was normal, unique, a test, complex, without answers, perplexing, strange?

Would God want me to feel that way???

Awwwhhhhh, the peace that comes from accepting who you are.  I am a textbook patient.  I am writing my own unique story.  No need to feel like I am replica of something that has a bad taste in my mouth.  

And do you think if my Acupuncturist knew what his statement did to me, do you think he would say it???  I promise you he wouldn't, but I can promise you this, God has used it to grow me.

I am a textbook patient!  

I am proud to be normal, a Misty normal.  I am proud to be unique, God created me in his image and that is very unique.  I grateful to be a test, hopefully through all these weekly treatments and test someone else will benefit from the results.  I am complex, God made me so.  I am in search of answers, but I know God has them all and if I don't find them I know he still has them.  I am perplexing, I wasn't meant to be figured out in a day.  I am strange, I reflect the light of the one who is my maker and he he is strange because he can't be matched.

I won't resent being a textbook patient any more.