Here I am! Feeling like my old self again, with some minor adjustments, of course. Things have been quite hectic, hence the lack of blog posts. I think about writing every day but actually getting (making) the time to do so requires some effort. I'm not going to lie, I like to lay in bed every night with my boo-bear and watch Breaking Bad on Netflix or
Where to start...
School. Oh yeah, that plan is taking a bit of a turn for the lengthy. My problem is that I screwed around when I went to college straight out of high school and ended up with a (as it turns out) less than desirable GPA. I have been doing well since returning but that "overall" GPA is keeping me from being eligible to even apply to the college of nursing this year. I had to write a letter to the admissions committee asking them to waive the overall GPA requirement. They denied it. They want to see how I finish up this year and then I am to apply for the same waiver again next year (so even next year isn't a guarantee). It sucks but I have learned that everything happens for a reason.
My plan for next summer is to go to a local "trade" school, if you will, and become a nurse technician. That way I can at least get some experience under my belt and make some extra cash, not to mention, utilize my time... until I can find a way into a nursing school somewhere (preferably here, obviously). Actually, it has to be here because I'm not moving.
Oh, speaking of moving... I am house hunting now, too. I am ready to be on my own. Well, I wont' be completely on my own. I know single mothers do it all the time but I don't see why I would live alone when I have a perfectly great boyfriend with whom to live. :) That might sound a little crazy to some but remember, this is someone who I considered to be a good friend for a very long time; my husband's best friend no less... someone who was there for me and the kids - to help fill that void that was left after Matt died. Noah's Godfather... an amazing man who keeps me laughing all the time... at this point in my life... after having been married once already... on the wrong side of 25 (that's just a joke)... I know what I want in a man and he is it. I am extremely lucky.
So it's time. I started house hunting last Friday and it went well. We have zeroed in on one particular house that we really really like with a superb floorplan in a beautiful neighborhood... and I'm paranoid that it's going to sell before our second showing on Wednesday. :-/ I try not to get too excited over it.
Running. It has been treating me very well. In fact, I ran my first half marathon today; the halfie that I've been training for since March! My sister-in-law and I ran it together (it was her idea to begin with) and we finished 13.1 miles in 2 hours and 17 seconds. It felt very rewarding to cross that finish line knowing that that moment symbolized everything I had gone through in the last 15 months. All the pain, all the heartache, all the unwelcome change... running was a great outlet during my healing process. And this is what it has become - such a feeling of victory and accomplishment! All from a little 13 mile run.
We ran the halfie carrying roses for Matthew with the intention of putting them on his grave but I kind of forgot about that last part today. But the important part was carried out! We knew he was there with us, cheering us on, when we heard a Michael Jackson song come on at one of the aid stations between miles 9 and 10.
Life is good.