Hey, y’all; it’s been a minute. One of my goals for 2019 was to blog every single week. But I failed and that’s okay. I was having a few weeks that were ROUGH in terms of my mental health. So I cut my hair (obvs) and didn’t blog.
I was in a rut and I could not see getting out of it. But… I got a job. A job I’m very excited to start tomorrow. My six months of panic, minuscule income, and a demoralizing job search are seemingly over. But in a strange way, I’m thankful for this period of time. It sucked ass, but I learned a lot about myself.
Normal humans can happily spend time by themselves. I honestly assumed that I would never be one of those humans. But now I think I kind of am? After six months of only talking to dogs during the day, I am a lot more comfortable sitting with my own thoughts. In fact, I sometimes even enjoy it. I love being around people, but I have made huge strides toward not constantly craving company. That’s probably a good skill to have in my back pocket.
One of the pros of not having anywhere to be during the days, is that it gave me the ability to recklessly say “yes.” Yes to late night dog walks. Yes to chaperoning first grade field trips. Yes to mid-week beer pong nights. All things I have thoroughly enjoyed. I’m so ready to get back to work. But I’m going to miss the freedom to do whatever, whenever. In addition to saying “yes” to people, I got the opportunity to explore Vegas on my terms. I’ve zipped through downtown, across the Strip, to the burbs, random parks, and the exact same grocery store just on the other side of town. Now, I’m way less likely to get lost, which is handy. I also learned to love Las Vegas. The artsy thrift stores, the unpredictable taco trucks, the beautiful national parks. I obviously can still enjoy these Vegas gems. But I’m happy that my first encounters were quiet, peaceful, mid-week experiences.
Starting tomorrow, I’m back in the work world. Thank gawd. I am so ready. But I’m making a conscious effort to look back at these last six months with a little bit of gratitude. I learned a lot about myself; plus, there’s rarely a line if you go to the grocery store at noon on a Tuesday.
Shit gets real for all of us. What are the most important lessons you learned from difficult situations? Let me know in the comments below!