The new job is going well. I’m enjoying it quite a bit. Today was the first day I was able to ride in and I’m so glad I did, I haven’t been out for a while and it has SUCKED.
Have the kids this weekend, we have TONS of fun things planned. Milaena start speaking with an English accent today, it was hilarious. Despite my concern over her recent self-administered haircut, short hair looks amazing on her. What a cutie. Mase is speaking so well I can hardly stand it and he’s a ton of fun. He’s almost getting too big to hold in my arms, but we cuddled in bed this morning for at least a half hour. It was great.
Back to life. It’s weird not having the stress of school blowing me up. Life, it seems, has finally settled into a pace; a pace I can handle. I’m glad for that.
Since I have a few minutes, I though I’d add a second post for today.
Since graduation, I’ve continued loving to read exactly what I want, rather than what I have to. Sunday, I picked up a copy of Lance Armstrong’s It’s Not About The Bike: My Journey Back To Life and have since devoured half of it. Those of you who know me well, know that I’m not a “hero” kind of guy. I’ve never really had a “hero” nor have I ever really wanted one; until now (though I was deeply inspired by Major Taylor). Though I have read only part of Lance’s story, I find myself in complete awe of the man. His story, as he tells it, is nothing short of amazing to me. I won’t go into the details here, but I will simply say that hearing things from his point of view makes his recovery and subsequent Tour de France wins (7 in total) that much more astounding. As such, I’ve decided that Lance and Major are my two heros. Both men overcame insurmountable odds to become two of the greatest cyclists ever and when life gets tough, I have them to remind me of the power of perseverance and the strength of the human spirit.
I’ve now read two works on Major Taylor and plan on reading all three of Lance’s books consecutively. In the past, I’ve been somewhat guarded about the idea of looking up to someone; I realized today that my reluctance isn’t looking up to someone, rather it is looking up to someone who I don’t deem worthy.
As narcissistic as that might sound, I’ve found only a few people I deem worthy of true adoration. Sadly, I work with people every day who have overcome odds as great as the two of these men, but because of the power differential inherent in a therapist/client relationship, I find myself hesitant to call them heros. Perhaps it is time to step outside of the criteria I long ago set for people to look at their accomplishments in the context of their life, not mine. Until I get to that point though, I’m happy to call Lance Armstrong and Major Taylor my heros.
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A LOT has transpired since I last posted. I’m not going to go into everything, with the exception of this: I was offered a job last week at another facility at my current place of employment. It is full-time, benefitted, yadda-ya. I simply cannot tell you how happy I am about this. I’m not kidding. I’ve been working so hard on one of my goals (full-time work) and now that I am gainfully employed (I start Tuesday) and as such, took a step towards completing one of my other goals (living downtown). As you might imagine, I’m a happy man right now. I’ll be doing nearly the same thing I’m doing now, with the same organization, and the same population. Frankly, I couldn’t have asked for a better situation. I was confident that if I stuck to my guns, things would come through; and they have, in a HUGE way.
