Light's Journal the 2nd, Entry 1

*Written in large and somewhat neat letters is the title 'Green Light's Journal; Because I lost my other one'*

Entry 1.

It's... Supposedly the middle of December, now.  It's been nearly a month since I got back into the swing of, well, being social... And I can't believe the things that have changed for me over those four months of solitude.
I don't know why, but after certain shenanigans were played out, I really didn't know what to do.  Sure, everything was fine, my life was fine... But some part of me knew that I was going to havta grow up, mature in some way... I had no idea how to do that, but decided it might've been for the best to just become a hermit for the most part, not socializing much, just doing my job, and studying so that I could be better at my job.

Over the past four months of that dedication, I can't really explain it, but... I'm a lot more focused now, a lot more... mature?  I dunno, I wouldn't call myself mature, not in the slightest.  I mean, I still trip over flat ground, have a penchant for puns and listen to my gut and heart more so than my brain for the most part, but... Something's changed.  I feel... Gah, I don't know!  ...Manly?  I still am, like, not buff at all, I'm considered 'little' still despite my average height, and Rain continues to tease me regarding my... twinkness... But on the *inside*, I've kinda learned something.

...I got it!! The word I'm looking for is 'secure'.  Secure, in who I am, what I want to be, and all that junk.  As for being a doctor, well, I'm pretty satisfied with my position now.  I'm kinda the 'Field Doc', and just go around doing basic medical tasks for random ponies in need.  It's not a position of power or anything like Liven or Kai has, but I don't need power, fame or any form of recognition beyond the knowledge that what I'm doing is helping out ponies.  Friends still mean the world to me, and I'll certainly lean on them when I need... But in a bittersweet realization I've found that, well... I kinda sorta maybe only reached out, to past ships, superiors, whatever... in a need to be liked, or some dumb psychological crud like that.  So, that's it!  No more dumb relationships for THIS horse, is what I said!  I don't need anyone to feel good about myself, and make me feel good about my positives and help sharpen my weakpoints!

Aaaand then I decided to go to Mist Veil.