Monday, August 19, 2013

Miss Forgetful

I use to forget to brush my teeth at night. I would crawl in bed, read a chapter from The Babysitters Club and turn off the light. It wasn't until the next morning when my teeth felt like sandpaper that yes, I did in fact forget to do the one thing my mom said to do.

I'm surrounded by people who know what they want. People who apply for jobs that they are qualified for and accept the positions when they are given the opportunity. People who go for it with a clear vision, a strong personality, and a firm belief that their name will go on those business cards.

But then there are other people. People like me who get lost and their vision goes blurry. People who don't know exactly what they want so they sit back and hope that someone will call and tell them what they need to hear. People who are interested in a million little things so every job sounds like "the one".

This morning I accepted a job as a 5th grade paraprofessional. I went into the interview with mixed thoughts. Mixed as in happy and nervous and anxious and hesitant and giddy and about 50 other ones that I'm sure don't even have names. I left the school and knew I was back where I belonged. How? When I realized I had missed the smell of an older building filled with lockers and construction paper and teachers trying to act like they are ready for the year to begin when their room looks like a war zone.

I hung up the phone with my principal and felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. I took a deep breath, ok a really deep breath, and smiled. Why? 

Because today I forgot that no matter how bad I want something and don't get it, there's a reason. No matter how many questions I have in my head, they will slowly get answered. And that no matter how lost I may think I am? I'm not. Plus, what ride is memorable without a few bumps? 

Friday, August 9, 2013

Need Me to Fluff Your Pillows?

Last weekend was memorable; having my niece sleepover for the first time, seeing her running around with excitement amongst the flowerbeds, laughing at my nephew in Victoria's Secret as he rolled his eyes and sat on the floor, getting my nails done with my sister-in-law and talking "real talk" with my brother.  Long story short, enjoying and savoring and soaking in every single moment with my family. 

The hardest thing about me being here and them being there is just that. I never knew how much of an impact living in the same town as your family can have and how a short 2 minute drive to see them is one of the top things I would miss day in and day out. 

But I love that they came to visit and I look forward to many more weekends in Denver with them and whoever else wishes to come. I'm proud of my new city, the people in it and the beautiful scenery in which I am surrounded by. 

Whose next? I'm ready to fluff your pillows!