So I turn one year older tomorrow. Ten years ago, I graduated from high school. I am officially old. However, I am taking the time in this post to reflect on the past year and write my anticipations for the new year.
I moved to Tucson with desires and hopes of making a difference in the community. Granted, substance abuse/addiction clearly is not my passion, I would hope to think that in the past 10 months, I made *some* impact on select individuals on my caseload. I decided that Tucson would be the right fit for me after two trips to Arizona last year. I was willing to take a job in just about anything related to social work just so I can immerse myself with the vast beauty of the mountains. And so here I am.
10 months ago, I could barely run a mile. Seriously. I met Karen, a good friend, on a run out here and was practically dying during the group’s 3 mile run. I was so upset and determined that I could do better next time. Now I am running marathons and training with extensive mileage. I would’ve never guessed that I could run a marathon a year ago. I have two additional marathons planned in the next 4 months. I can’t wait. I’d like to thank Karen for taking me in as a friend and I’d like to think of her as a sister in a way. Our therapeutic runs after work are the solution to my stress level after work.
I also was given the opportunity to meet one of my closest friends out here in Tucson: Angelica and her family. These people took me in when I had absolutely no one to turn to. So for that, I give gratitude and love to people who allowed a strange Midwestern girl into their home. I’ll never forget the first time I hung out with her outside of work. I wasn’t driving because I was too darn scared and was taking the bus. It took me 3 hours to go 5 miles down the road. I think back to it and should’ve ran to the location instead of rely on public transportation. I love you, Angelica and Ron, for being good friends and looking out for me.
I take this time to reflect on my progress as both an athlete and a struggling, burnt out social worker. I realized that after almost a year in a job that isn’t my passion, I know exactly what I want to do. I want to help people in ways where I didn’t think I ever would. I anticipate greatly my fall semester, as I am taking an EMT course, a wildland firefighting course and a Hazmat Course. I cannot wait to take that step.
Here’s to a great past year of public service, education and brave moves. I had a good year of being 27 and doing things that I would’ve never dreamed of doing. To a new year filled with friendship, love, adventures with Roxy,RUNNING, and following my dream