It's been a few days, but I was traveling on my birthday so I think you'll excuse the delay.
So. Forty-four.
Forty-four years of life.
Forty-four years of so much stuff.
This year - this year from forty-three to forty-four has been an interesting one.
When I turned forty-three I reflected back on many of the years gone by.
When I turned forty-three I thought about all the things that could still happen. All the things I could still do.
Right now I'm working. I'm working really hard.
I'm fulfilling a dream I had almost two decades ago. One that I held onto and decided I'd make happen. One that I went to school for. Completed internships for. Studied my ass off for.
One that I took exams for. Looked deep inside myself for.
And right now? I'm doing it.
I've been doing it for quite a while, if I'm being honest. I've been a licensed social worker for a really long time. My MSW degree doesn't collect dust on a shelf (although the actual piece of paper is hidden away in a drawer somewhere, for certain). My LCSW exam was not for naught.
I'm helping people.
And over the years I have shifted and adjusted to what I needed to do. What I needed to work on.
In all honesty? Things were slow for a while for me. Maybe about a year? And so I took on some outside work and got into a whole lot of other stuff. And I loved it. And I still love it. I do.
But feeling the way I feel when I work with clients? Being true to who I am and what I want to do? There's little like it.
So I encourage you - grab the brass ring. Do whatever it is you're interested in doing. There's no time like the present and all that goes with it. All the possible clichés that exist? Do 'em! Go for it! Just do it! You do you!
Because it's a pretty damned good feeling when you do.
* And I am totally cutting this post short, which is interesting, since it's kinda long already - because it's 9:01 pm and day 3 of NaBloPoMo and I don't want to fail already!! *
This is an interesting post to read tonight. Cana and I went out on a dinner date and she asked me what I want to be. And I said, besides what I am right now (stay-at-home, homeschooling mom)? Yes. And I flung it out there--I'd like to be a writer. I have an English and writing degree. I have done journalism, and I have a little read blog. But I'd like to be a real writer. I want to be in anthologies, I want my blog to be real. I want to write. My sweet girl, who I didn't say all of that to, said "I can see that. You'd need a bigger house with a sound proof room to write in." Yeah, something like that baby girl, something like that.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I got to hug you on your birthday! You're a gem.
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