I'm sure that I've touched on the idea that life comes in seasons. Some more stressful or sad or overwhelming, others exciting, beautiful, and joyous. This past season in my life is coming to an end. And without a doubt, I can call it a season of stress. I took an overload of classes, didn't have an income (seeing as I couldn't work because of my shoulder being injured), and had physical therapy three times a week every week. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I was in class by 9 am and didn't stop until 5:30 when I finished PT. Tuesdays and Thursdays were lighter on the classes, but were crammed with homework, volunteer hours, and the semblance of a social life I was trying to maintain. Then, to add to the insanity, I had to get all of the pre-finals projects done BEFORE they were due, so that I could return home to have surgery on my injured shoulder. What we thought was one bone spur and some swelling in my ligaments (which would entail orthoscopic surgery) actually turned out to be four bone spurs (OUCH) and a large, purple, four inch long scar on my right shoulder. When I returned from surgery, it was time to jump straight back into everything, with the exception that I couldn't move my right arm (let's just say that 19 credits worth of left-handed note taking seemed rather daunting), luckily I had very understanding professors who allowed me to bring my computer for taking notes. But, that still left tests and homework to be done left-handed. Then, apparently I live up to my blog name, because I added a job on top of everything else. Stress levels accumulated during finals week, when I was in charge of two kids all week, as well as my finals, saying goodbye to all my friends for summer, and a few (including those I've known for 11 years now) for a long time (I refuse to say forever, because we have to see each other again). During all this, my sister announced that she was moving to Arkansas right after graduation. I was sad, stressed, and incredibly short tempered. This was not helped when two days before graduation, my summer job fell through, and I was unable to follow through with my summer plans. However, with graduation being the climax of the stress, summer arrived, and brought with it a season full of exciting changes.
First, I took some time to recuperate. Then I bought a car and went to pick it up (today actually). But the most exciting of the changes starts a LONG time ago, with two little girls who had no clue just how much they would end up meaning to each other. You see, when I was in kindergarten, and she was in preschool, I met the girl who is my best friend, my "puddin' cup," my Kayla-Poo. Two and a half years ago, she married the man of her dreams, and they moved away from me . . . to Italy. Which kind of sucks a lot. Instead of being a short walk away from each other, we now have an ocean between us, and a 9 hour time difference, that makes Skype calls difficult to schedule. But, that hasn't stopped us, and I am excited to say that I am going to be an "auntie" to their baby, due in November. A part of me is sad that I don't get to be right next to her through this new life season, but more of me is just so entirely excited for my wonderful friend and her husband. I pray blessings over them and their new family member. Auntie, can't wait to meet you.
Til Next Time,
(Aunt) CrazyGirl
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