Dr. Meredith Grey: (voiceover) A couple hundred years ago Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that 'til tomorrow, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity; you'd think we'd pay more attention to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of rejection. Sometimes the fear if just of making a decision. Because... What if you're wrong? What if you make a mistake you can't undo? Whatever it is we're afraid of, one thing holds true: That by the time the pain of not doing the thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like we're carrying around a giant tumor. And you thought I was speaking metaphorically... 'The early bird catches the worm. 'A stitch in time saves nine.' 'He who hesitates is lost.' We can't pretend we haven't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time; heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still, sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrows rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant. That waking is better than sleeping. And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake, beats the hell out of not trying.
Never taking "no" for an answer- yet knowing enough when to step away.
At the same time, not always knowing that it's time to give up. That may be a weakness but that's ok. I'm made up of strengths and weaknesses alike and I'm good with that.
I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be.
But yet I might strive to be.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I'm a fixer.
Little tolerance for wallowing in self pity or drama. Pick yourself up and shake it off because life is what you make of it. At the same time I'm a nurturer. Hug it out, don't go to bed angry, smile through the pain - it doesn't last forever.
Sometimes I just want to scream. Frustration, anger, hurt.
But the moment passes and I smile again. Because truly, life is beautiful. A gift- and it's far too short. I try my best every day, and there is nothing more I can do than that.
I love my life. And all of those who are in it. And I enjoy every single day, even when they might not go exactly the way I had hoped they would when I opened my eyes in the morning.
And I'm okay with that. Because it's MY life. And it's perfectly imperfect and that's how it should be.