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April 2004
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To try and catch you up on the past three months may prove to be an impossible task, so let me just give you a quick rundown. Two weddings, moved to a new apartment (and in with a roommate), ran in two 10K races, League meetings, running group etc etc etc. Add in work, and I can barely remember my name. But despite the busyness, 2004 has been extremely good to me. And there are good things happening all around me - babies, weddings, new friendships - and at times I find it impossible to contain my joy. I know it's cliché, but the older you get, the faster time goes. It's crazy to think that one year ago this week, I started my "new" job. Two years ago, I was brand new to the city of Atlanta, having just left everything and everyone I knew back in Ohio. I came here with no job, no idea of what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, and utterly heartbroken from back-to-back breakups: one with a man and one with a company I had loved passionately. Simply put, I was a crazy mess. And now I sit in this gigantic gorgeous condo, a floor-to-ceiling window at my back and Montego splayed out on the floor next to me, snoring her happy dog snore, and I'm overcome with gratefulness for my life. Cheesy, I know, but overcome the same. My mom turned 61 on April 7, and when I called her that morning to wish her a happy birthday, she was positively giddy. I cried quiet tears as I drove into work, cell phone pressed to my ear, listening to the joy she was expressing over turning sixty-one. "God is so good!" she said to me. "He is just so good." And He is. Just a short time ago, I was essentially slinging fries, barely $5 to my name, desperate to reclaim the kind of life I had been used to living. I was tired of waiting tables and I was tired of waiting for my life to begin. Tired, tired, tired. And now that darkness and desperateness are gone, and I'm still amazed trying to figure out how I escaped it. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I love my job. It's so utterly different from what I was doing at the Brand, and the culture is vastly better. Fear was cultivated at the Brand. In fact, if you weren't afraid, that was a problem. But now my coworkers are like family, and I feel like there's potential for a lifelong career there, and that's comforting and exhilarating. When I was 23, 24, 25, I couldn't imagine wanting to stay at a job for more than a few years. I couldn't picture my life out ahead of me enough to even fathom what a word like "career" even meant. When I turned 27, Allison told me that things would just fall together. That it's an age when you finally "get it." At the time I thought I'd already gotten it, so I didn't know what she was talking about, but now I do ACTUALLY get it, and frankly, it's awesome. I'm a grown-up. An adult. Weird and shocking, but true. Bring it on.
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