I don’t even know how to start this one. Here are some options:
1: 16 months. Sixteen. Months.
2: That far-off shouting you heard a couple of weeks ago was me.
3: I wasn’t crying, it was just raining on my face. I had something in both my eyes.
4: There’s a reason I got a Droid Incredible.
Pick your favorite, and proceed.
So, I don’t really know who reads this, other than, like 4 specific people. But I can guess that anyone other than those 4 people probably knows what I’ve been going through for the past 16 months: lots of frustration, tears, hope, disappointment, learning, building of character, and unequivocally the craziest and unbelievable-est amount of love and support from friends and family.
It all came to a head a few weeks ago, when I found out I had actually done it.
I finally got a job. In the arts.
I’m trying to not put too much stock in one job, but…this sort of validates everything I’ve been doing and going through for the past two and a half years. Yes, it was that long ago that I chose to quit my job and go back to school for something I truly cared about; two and a half years of trying to start a career.
It’s finally starting.
It feels so good to just say that. It feels better to tell you that today was my first day, and it went great. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow.