Two years of full-time school.
Three insanely stressful exams.
Three years of working on the job.
Today marks the end of the beginning.
Today I'm officially professional - with an extra five letters after my name.
I'm not sure what that means.
Statistically, less than 1% of the population in the province has the qualifications that I do. I guess that's supposed to be significant. I guess that has value. I guess that's something to be proud of.
But I haven't bothered to tell anyone except the few people that "must" know. It seems they are more excited than I am.
Years ago, when things were going downhill and I felt defeated, I received a gift. A friend gave me something that she had originally bought for herself. She gave it to me because she believed that I would be able to fulfill the dream that it carried. This person had tremendous faith in me when I didn't. This person gave me the strength and courage to continue on. This person, whether she knows it or not, motivated me to be a better person.
I'm sorry, my dear friend. I've failed you (yet again). I did not fulfill that dream. I did not take that path. Perhaps it was too difficult, mentally and emotionally. Perhaps, in your words, I didn't want it bad enough. Perhaps, I just didn't try hard enough.
Today, I've reached a different destination. You were not by my side while I made this journey, but deep down inside, you were my greatest source of strength. You were the reason I can tell myself that I'm going to make it. You were, in part, the reason I need to "win".
If only you could be here at the finish line.
If only you could be proud of me.
CPA, CA
Years ago, when things were going downhill and I felt defeated, I received a gift. A friend gave me something that she had originally bought for herself. She gave it to me because she believed that I would be able to fulfill the dream that it carried. This person had tremendous faith in me when I didn't. This person gave me the strength and courage to continue on. This person, whether she knows it or not, motivated me to be a better person.
I'm sorry, my dear friend. I've failed you (yet again). I did not fulfill that dream. I did not take that path. Perhaps it was too difficult, mentally and emotionally. Perhaps, in your words, I didn't want it bad enough. Perhaps, I just didn't try hard enough.
Today, I've reached a different destination. You were not by my side while I made this journey, but deep down inside, you were my greatest source of strength. You were the reason I can tell myself that I'm going to make it. You were, in part, the reason I need to "win".
If only you could be here at the finish line.
If only you could be proud of me.
CPA, CA
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