Pushing, moving, working
Spring is moving in, and the mornings feel glorious now. I had to brighten up the blog around here, what do you think?
Even the rainy days are necessary and welcomed. Last night, the sky ominously turned shades of gray before the sun was officially to set. An orchestra of thunder paraded the sky. It was a scary sight to be driving around in, but when the rain came down, it reminded me of Costa Rica. It was one of those hard rain showers, that first fell as sloppy drops before they turned into uniform sheets of water. It felt as if the sky’s regrets came violently drop by drop.
The mood reminded of me of Carl Thomas’ Summer Rain song. It was wonderful opening my balcony door and listening to the sheets of rain coming down. I got to cool down my humid apartment with the wind coming in. I am missing home at this time, that very enigmatic concept of home. Except I’m not exactly sure what “home” I’m missing.
Home is whatever you want it to be, in my opinion. It can be a place, a feeling, family members, friends, food, good memories. Or a new tradition. New experience. A place you desire to be your home.
I’ve been living in this area for going on 3 years. Not quite sure it’s “home” yet. And maybe it’s not meant to be. It could be a transition to my next experience, the journey to finding my new traditions. I made some great memories here. Accomplished some great things. I got a second chance at a career, and I’m finishing my first year in the field come July. I’ve been in love. I’ve been in lust. I am in love. I made friends. Friends left the area. Classmates also stayed. It’s been crazy. I’ve had lows and highs, and I’ve also met some really memorable people. I’ve pushed, I’ve moved. I am working. I’m “adulting” with my own apartment (sorta), bills, car notes, federal loans. Man, the grind is real.
I’ve done some significant work on myself, addressing my mental health issues. Last week, I began taking anti-depressants. I’m giving it a shot for 5 weeks. This was not a small decision, but I made an adult decision about how I want to manage my current symptoms. To be honest it seems like I’ve barely grazed the surface on the amount of work that needs to be done.
But I’m no quitter. 🙂 Happy Spring!
What does home mean to you? Do you inhabit home right now?
Delayed but Not Denied
Applications and admission to Graduate school in Speech Language Pathology is no joke. It is a most competitive field (Read: I don’t think people know how much training goes into what we do!) and while people pose questions like What are the least competitive Grad programs, for some students it’s just about the opportunity to set their career in motion. An undergraduate degree in this major will not get you very far, a Masters degree is necessary to be licensed and practice as a Speech Language Pathologist in most states.
This is the time for Wait Lists, Acceptance correspondence and the big R word.
For any hopeful #SLPeeps out there who are still waiting for good news, remember YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Rejection is not the FINAL word. It does not mean you’re a loser, or that you are not meant for this field. IT just means your story varies a little bit from others. Be encouraged, and keep pushing for your passion.
I was there once,
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(Posted on March 26, 2012)
Keep hope alive!