Truth time. I'm scared shitless. After the divorce and moving out on my own and on my own terms was incredibly scary. At the same time, it was a little bit exhilarating too. I'm supporting myself and Jazz, figuring it out as I go. I know I complain sometimes about this adorable house, but the quirks are why I love it. I like that the heat doesn't work right. I like that I the water pressure is finicky and that there is an exact science to balancing the hot/cold water in the shower (it works perfectly everywhere else). I'm 30 years old, living alone for the first time in my life and this house is mine (albeit temporarily) - in 10 years I'll back and laugh about all the problems I've had with this house, but you know what? I figured it all out myself. And what I couldn't fix, I found ways of managing it.
Its the same way with triathlon. I feel like I've made most of it up as i've gone along but its worked for me so far. When the bike trainer broke, I fixed it. WITH TOOLS. BY MYSELF. It makes me sad to think about parting with it this year but it really does need an upgrade. Training was out of a book that I tweaked (as if I know what I'm doing to change the training plan to meet my "needs" - uh, needs? right...).
Regardless, 2014 was all about changes. EVERYTHING changed. And I'm a happier, stronger, more confident person because of it. 2015 will bring more changes... but maybe this is the start to a more permanent life. It's emotional to think about, this so-called ice princess here just might be tearing up a bit thinking about how far I've come in 1 year.
The job situation is promising though... I had interviews this week, they seemed to go well. I'm excited for the possibiities... and I'm pumped to move and join a tri team - I plan on killing it out there this year.
But I know I will miss where I'm at now, especially the handful of people I love with all my heart. Love you "Mom" and "Dad". You know I'll miss you more than anything. Especially my "Mom" - you truly saved me this year. And I am forever grateful.
Upward and onward.
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