Some big things have been happening, I’m finally getting a chance to write about! This past weekend I accepted a job at the Habitat for Humanity, I will be an Assistant Manager at their store and helping with their HR duties! I feel so incredibly blessed with this opportunity! It has been a dream to find a ‘good fit’ within a non-profit, something that will allow me to grow and pursue more of an HR role down the line as I continue with my education.
I am so sad to be leaving my current position, and my city that I have grown to love but my heart is in Northwest Arkansas, it has always been home to me. I cannot wait to get back and settle in! In addition to a new job, I will be getting a place with Romualdo which is SUPER exciting and crazy! 🙂
This entire process has been a roller coaster of emotions. The hope of applying for a job, to the disappointment of getting passed over after two interviews and now house/apartment hunting. I truly believe this is a position that God has planned for me to have and I am so excited to get started! I’m sure I will have some great stories and struggles to share throughout the next several months!
I have mentioned my pets before, but I haven’t really given a lot of detail. I’ve decided it’s time to introduce you all to my fur children. 🙂 Before anyone makes any rude comments, I KNOW they aren’t real babies. But until I have some of my own, these kids are my world!
Kiarra: I took this girl in about 5 years ago. She’s a German Shepherd/Lab mix and belonged to my fiance(at the time)’s mother. Kiarra kept getting loose and killing livestock and the owner wanted to go dump her. Long story short, I took her in! When I moved to Tulsa, I had to keep her at my mom’s until I could afford and find a place that would allow her. This pup is like my shadow…unless it’s thundering. She is always by my side, watching over me. While she isn’t aggressive, she is very protective of me! She is my 50-lb lap dog who has nO idea how big she is.
Jax: The newest addition to our family! He is just over 3 months old. His momma was a black and white Cocker Spaniel, and we believe his dad must’ve been a Jack Russell. He’s so onry! The first puppy I’ve been around in many, many years – it has been quite the learning experience! I cant’ wait to see his personality develop, he loves everyone he meets!
Mitsy: I’ve had this sweet girl the longest! She’s been with me for about 8 years, she was around 2 when I got her. She’s a Siamese (of some sort). Mitsy runs the house – she keeps them all in line and doesn’t take any lip from any of them! She can lay in the same spot ALL day long but loves to look out the window and watch birds, or roll around in the dirt when I let her out!
We found Patches in a ditch about 11 years ago. She bonded with my younger brother and stayed at my mom’s when I went off to college. My mother moved a year ago and decided she didn’t want to keep Patches anymore, so I took her. She’s the sweetest cat ever! Her favorite place is at the top of my closet (don’t ask me how she gets up there).
Sir Pounce: Sir Pounce has been with me for about a year and a half. He was a stray at my mother’s, and they were going to go dump him (have I mentioned my mom HATES cats?). So, of course, I took him in. He’s the biggest baby ever. All he wants to do is lay on me 24/7. When I’m not sitting/laying down, he’s right under my feet.
Norbert & Shrimp: We purchased these guys about 3 months ago as a deterrent to getting a puppy – notice it didn’t work. 🙂
“The worst part of a good day is knowing it’s slipping away.” – Counting Crows
As usual, I had my Spotify playing while at work today and these lyrics hit home. For many of us who struggle with mental illness, you just never know when the darkness will hit. I’ve caught my self worrying and having anxiety when I’m having a great day because I know it won’t last. I know that it is only a matter of time before the sadness takes over and pulls me down. I catch myself avoiding friends and family, afraid to be happy – knowing the crash that comes afterwards is not worth it. I refer to it as the “afterburn”. Have I forgotten who I am without the darkness?
I’m not sure which is worse, the loneliness when avoiding the light or the darkness that comes after it…?