Yesterday was my last day at the Speech Therapy clinic. My supervisor said to me as we were leaving that God (or the universe, as I prefer) does things for a reason and that me working there for a short time was not insignificant. She really believes that I was meant to be exposed to and learn about something I’d never paid much attention to. The last thing she said to me was that she’s sure our paths will cross again when I’m an SLP.

I think I know what career path I want to follow and at the same time, I don’t. I had this conversation with Jason about a month ago and I’ve been playing with the idea about going to school to be an SLP for some time now. What’s crazy is that I never once approached my boss with this or even mentioned it in passing.

So driving home yesterday after work, it’s all I could think about. And I felt something indescribable. Somewhere between being undeniably sure and a little at peace. I decided a few months ago that human resources was my calling and that I’d be really good at it and while this sentiment hasn’t changed, I think I want something more challenging. Something fulfilling and that will keep me on my toes.

At work, I’ve seen some of therapist make so much progress with their clients, the majority being children. The work they do is so beautiful. And it’s such an exciting future to look forward to.



Hello internetz!

So this is an attempt to get back at it in the blogging world. As many others can attest to and identify with, my first experience presenting myself on the internetz blog world began back in junior high and high school with LiveJournal, Xanga, Diary-X etc etc. Somehow when I was 15 I found myself with so much to say and convinced myself the whole world was at the edge of their seats waiting to read it. Then, I started to grow and mature and began to experience an extreme embarassment at some of the things I had posted. (I’ve already deleted all those old accounts. No need to have those floating around the web.)

Fast forward a little bit, to when I started a Tumblr account. I found myself needing an outlet. And some inspiration. And a place to record thoughts. And just wanting to propel myself back into the blogging world.

That failed miserably. I don’t think Tumblr is the blogging environment I was looking for. Which brings me to now and here. I hope to follow through on this project. I have an intense lackluster on followthrough. (Half painted canvases littering my living room not evidence of this…) But maybe a steady work schedule, an awesome planner, and a renewed sense of self with help this time around.

For now, cheers!