I have officially registered for three classes which start January 14th.
I am taking: career counseling, sex therapy, and individual and family development across the lifespan. Oh yeah.
Three classes means that I am full-time. Yikes. I also have three jobs to pay for this. I might be a little crazy, we’ll see how it works out.
I’m excited, nervous, ready, not-ready, worried. You know the usual. I can’t believe I’m doing this now, at 37 (almost 38). This will be a three year journey to a job I’ve waited a lifetime to do.
This seems to be a story of 3′s. We’ll see how it unfolds.
It’s November in Ohio. The trees have all lost their leaves. The sun is hiding more and more. The air is getting a bit of a bite. Soon there will be snow and the ground will go white. The change from the refreshing coolness and colorful beauty of the fall is tangible and causes a bit of fear. Will this be a tough winter? Are we ready for the change?
Like all good midwesterners, we take a deep breath and forge ahead. You can’t get around it, to get to spring you have to go through winter. There are lots of good things about winter though, warm fires, hot chocolate, ice skating, Christmas, snow days, snowmen. There is something about the change of seasons that lets you know time is moving forward. The world doesn’t stand still, even though you feel like it is sometimes.
A change of season means that you’re moving on. This is a new season of my life. The last four years have been long and challenging. It felt more like the winter of my discontent than anything. Yet, there were lots of good things that happened. I have come to love Ohio. I have amazing friends here. I have a church I love. I am about to step into a new season here.
As of January 2013 I will be going back to grad school, again. This time to finally do what I’ve been wanting to do since I was 16 years old, be a marriage and family therapist. The time is right. I’m excited, nervous, anxious and scared. Change is hard but exhilarating. I have no idea how I’m going to make it all work, but I’m ok with that. I know that God can figure out a way. Look at that, I have some faith and trust. See life does move forward and you are growing even when you can’t see it. Even when you don’t feel like you are.
I am also hoping that this new season means I’m going to be blogging more. I’ve missed it. I stopped in large part because I didn’t know what to say anymore. But I’m finding my voice again. This time its stronger. I believe in myself. I know what I’m able to do. I actually found some confidence. So nice. God is so good.
Change is also coming to this blog and I’m going to be rearranging things on the blog. So for those RSS fans sorry but old posts are going to be showing up in your feed, sorry in advance. I tried to disable the feed for a sec, but I can’t figure out how. So bear with me.
Thanks for being part of my journey.
My brother recently got me an iPhone, because he loves me and as a thank you for all the help with the children. I am so excited to have it. I am excited to abandon my perfectly functional yet “dumb” phone for this awesome, yet soon-to-be-outdated iPhone 4.
One of the best features of it is the ability to stay and be so connected to everyone. I can check-in places on yelp and Facebook. I can update my status and post photos. It is so fun. I love being able to carry my music everywhere. I am no longer embarrassed to use my phone.
I am also hoping it will help me blog more. I downloaded the wordpress app and am hoping It will help me not to feel obligated to write novels or wait for giant inspiration and instead be happy with small inspirations to share. We will see.
In the mean time I’m going to go download some more apps.
I started a new job recently.
I’m incredibly grateful for it. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a meaningful job. This job could really be something. Not only is it in my field (marketing) it’s working for an organization I whole-heartedly support. It’s awesome, but it’s also new. Newness scares me. New means unfamiliar. New means uncertainty. New means unknown expectations. This generally sends me into a frenzy of perfectionism wanting to know everything I can before I can move forward. I let it make me a micro-manager and doubt. Not a good space. Read the rest of this entry
The other day I was teasing Jordy that he was silly. The very first response out of his mouth, through the laughter, was “I’m not silly, I’m awesome.”
I just laughed it off. After all, Jordy does not have a problem with his self-esteem. He is a star and he’ll tell you so. But later I was telling Mike, my brother/Jordy’s dad, about it and he said something that has stuck with me. He said, “Don’t you wish we had the sense to do that in our lives, to refuse to accept what other people say about us that isn’t what we know to be true.”