I Am Proud

This will be a quick post, and mostly a boastful one. But hey, I think I deserve it—actually, I know I do! I’ve been working on my mémoire for the past year and a half, and I submitted my final version yesterday.

After having graduated from the 1st cycle of osteopathic studies in December 2015, I had to decide between two options for the 2nd cycle. My choices dwindled down to:4790331313_8f291f6480.jpg

  • Mémoire: consists of doing either a quantitative or qualitative study. The mémoire requires a large amount of research, dedication, no procrastination, and a lot of writing, which are all mainly stuff I dislike—beside procrastination, that, I bathe in!
  • Clinicat: consists of working for several days in a clinic supervised by an experienced osteopath, writing a case report, taking several post-1st cycle classes, and some more—et cetera.

Throughout the four and a half year 1st cycle program, I was convinced I was going to do the clinicat seeing as I profoundly dislike research. However, one month before having to submit the form stating which 2nd cycle program I’d like to do, I had a paradigm shift; all of a sudden I wanted to do the mémoire. Why? Simply because I thought I’d get more out of it in the long run. I also didn’t think the clinicat would bring me much of anything. The thought of doing the clinicat instead of the mémoire up until then had always been the choice of the easy path, a path I am all too used to trotting down.

But wait. Didn’t you just say you hated doing research?

Indeed I did.

I still do.

And maybe I always will.

It was the first time in my life—I think—that I came to the realization of choosing a path because of what it would bring me throughout the journey. I’ve always been someone who likes taking the easy path—although I still put in the necessary work, with a good chunk of awesome procrastination—and for one of the first times I decided to take the path less enticing in exchange for greater personal growth.

That is why I am feeling proud, right now. A grin carved its way across my face yesterday only several minutes after having handed in my final version of my mémoire. I was, and am, proud of myself.

[Celestial high-five!]

I also have trouble giving myself credit in everyday life, so I am doubly proud of having written this blog post.

[Interdimensional high-five!]

When was the last time you were profoundly moved by your own action / accomplishment / anything special to you? I’d love to hear some of your heart-warming tales.

References: Jonathan Naylor’s proud brain.

2 thoughts on “I Am Proud

  1. Great Job Jonathan! I’ve never seen you as a procrastinator…. you always have so many projects on the go at the same time. You can really be proud of yourself, I am also proud of yourself 😉

    It is difficult for me to think of the last time I’ve been that proud of myself… I realize I tend to give less credit to what I do than what I see others have accomplished. But I can say I’m proud to be able to hear better and clearer what my heart has to tell me. Sometimes I make choices that seems to have no sense in the present, but I can feel there is a reason for them to be made. I’m glad I can see that perfection is an illusion and only every action (as little as they can be) are important to keep life in movement. So, even tho it’s not always easy, I try my best to keep on moving everyday and be at peace in my mind, heart and soul.

    Thanks for you share xx

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    • Mylène,

      Thanks for the response. It isn’t always easy giving credit to one’s self. As you said, I’m sure many choices lead to long-term results. And definitely: perfection is an illusion.

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