Two years ago today, I began one of the strangest, scariest, most wonderful journey's I've ever been on...and it seems to all finally be coming full circle.
Two years ago today I packed up my car, and began the two day journey from Kentucky, to Colorado. I didn't have a job lined up, I didn't know where I was even going to live when I got here. All I knew was that I felt like I needed to be here, so I had to follow my heart and give it a shot out west. I can only imagine this is what the settlers felt when they went west. Hopeful for new opportunities, and better lives.
The past two years have been challenging. I've struggled with financial issues, and employment problems, and building a life here from the ground up. But the past two years have been fairly awesome at the same time. I've done things I never imagined doing like snowboarding, and learned to step out of my box every once and a while. I know that without the struggles, I wouldn't have had the chance to do some of those things I've done, and enjoyed doing. I also know that I wouldn't have grown into the person that I have become.
It only seems fitting that tomorrow, two years after arriving in Denver, I will begin at my first full time job since 2007. Although it's still not my dream job, and still not enough to completely live on, it feels like the first real opportunity I've had in a very long time. It will give me the chance to finally complete my Master's, and at the same time, become certified in early childhood education here in the state. At first it was difficult to see this place as the opportunity that it is. Let's face it, we all want the dream right out of the gate if we can get it. I'm beginning to see though that this is a chance for me to finally grow, and complete some roads I stopped building a long time ago. It's also a chance for me to gain more experience, and continue learning. It's a chance!
Many people have often told me that picking up and moving across the country without much of a plan was brave. My response has always been in jest that it was that or stupid, I'm never sure of which. The fact is that there is a thin line between bravery and stupidity, and sometimes we need to skirt that line more than we often do. Moving to Denver was both brave, stupid, and a huge gamble. I finally feel like in that gamble though the house isn't winning every hand anymore. Sure they're still winning a hand or two, but I'm finally winning some hands too. Sometimes you have to take a risk, and you won't know how, or when, that risk is going to payout. You just have to keep trying, not give up, and hang on for the ride sometimes. I don't know if this new job is going to be the "breakthrough" I've been waiting for the past two years, but I'd be a fool to not hang on and see where it takes me.
One of my favorite sayings is, "Don't give up on today, for you never know what tomorrow may bring." Here's hoping things are finally coming full circle, and my tomorrows keep getting better and better. :-)