Well it may not be in Colorado, it may not be a lot of hours, and it may not pay me enough, but I finally got a job. One that's even in my field! I'm going to be working with an after school program, and eventually the job will be working with the schools during the day as well. For now though it's just going to be three hours after school till parents pick the kids up, helping with homework, and finding activities for them to do. To be honest although I'm glad I found something, I'm still upset because it's still not enough to live on. I'll still have to live with my parents, and drive the half-hour to forty-five minutes to get to the school I'll be working at. I'll barely make enough to cover my bills, yet alone save anything. The saving grace is that it's not flipping burgers at McD's but something that I know I will enjoy, is with a national organization where there is a hope that I'll be able to move up in the company, and will give me work experience within my field that I haven't had in the past two years.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I promised to be honest. I admit it; it’s been months since I’ve run. Sadly that’s not an exaggeration either, it really has been months. See I used moving as an excuse to stop running back in July, and then I used settling in at my parents, and then I went on my soul searching trip, and finally more recently it’s been my broken hand. I know, none of them are good excuses, and that’s exactly what they are, excuses, but the fact is that what I feared would happen when I moved here has…I’m depressed. It’s a strange cycle. You’re depressed if you don’t exercise, but pulling yourself out of that depression is a lot harder than you’d think.
Friday, October 7, 2011
“Do one thing every day that scares you.” - Eleanor Roosevelt. Well I think I did yesterday, I drove for the first time since the accident. Fear is a funny thing. For many it’s paralyzing, others are able to cope with it and deal with situations, and for some they gloss over it like it’s no big deal. I don’t know what category I fit into, but I do know that fear and I don’t get along. As a matter of fact, I hate fear, but I deal with it often. This wasn’t my first car accident. I won’t go into details but I have been in an accident before, this one was by far the worst accident though. This was the first accident that I’ve been injured in, and I think it messed with my head a little more than the other. Sure I’ve had bruises, but compared to two broken bones, bruises are a walk in the park.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A friend posted this story on their Facebook page the other day and I loved it, so I thought I'd share. I might be a Disney freak, and would love to be Ariel, but I think I'll be Monstro (Pinocchio reference). I'm okay with that. More updates soon! =)