This website has been completed for quite some time. Aside from losing most everything in the transfer a couple months ago and the miscellaneous changes I keep making…it’s been done. I realize I casually breezed over that whole “losing most everything in the transfer” part but it was nothing that tequila couldn’t fix.
I’ve been struggling with how to jump back into this blog; how to begin blogging after a bit of a break while this site has been in a nice little redesign. There were so many things I wanted to talk about but I didn’t know where to begin. So I didn’t.
You see, so much has happened and we’re on the brink of some major, exciting changes that I couldn’t quite formulate what to say because I didn’t feel I could accurately describe it with my words.
And then last night while My Main Squeeze and I were cleaning out our filing cabinet, I had a bit of an epiphany.
I felt proud. Proud enough to mark my blogging starting point. Today.
Some of you know that we’re packing up our things and moving over 1,400 miles away this summer. My Main Squeeze is continuing his path of being an overachiever by starting medical school in Florida and I’m excited to explore more job opportunities that are more in line with my career goals. I’ll be happy to gush over how proud I am of him in future blog posts, don’t you worry.
So in the midst of packing and going through piles of old taxes, random receipts, carry-out menus and expired coupons in our filing cabinet…we found them. THEM. The “them” that was our struggle for the nearly 5 years we’ve been together.
- Lay-off letters
- Severance package offers
- Job rejection letters
- Job deferment letters (yes, they exist)
- Medical school rejection letters
- My valedictorian award after changing gears and going back to school
- Medical school wait-list notifications
- Internship opportunities that ended because of budget cuts
- Failed website ideas
- My grandma’s funeral program
- Cover letters
- General resumes
- Job specific resumes
- Demo reels
- Brochures from medical schools in different countries
It goes without saying that many other things happen in life that can’t be placed into a file folder and shoved into a cabinet. Instead of having them define who My Main Squeeze and I are, which at times I’m quite positive they did, I felt a great sense of pride. I’m so proud of us for pushing through, even if the path wasn’t always defined. I closed the final file folder and put my feet up on our coffee table, looked at My Main Squeeze and said, “Man, we’ve been through quite a lot.”
He smiled that half-smile I love so much, looked at me straight in my eyes and spoke so eloquently that it will stick with me forever: