It's been a while. Like, years a while. I was doing some internet stalking (as we all sometimes do don't you judge me) and decided to stalk myself. Found this gem and remembered how much I enjoyed writing here. I think on average this bad boy got like 6 views. Seriously though, all six were probably my mom (hi mom!)
Last I wrote, (holy SHIT!) I was enrolling into a year long improv umm school? Or? Something. Let me just start by saying that was one of the BEST decisions I ever made. I loved every single second of that new world. I certainly learned to live outside my comfort zone and I even gave standup a try. I learned more from my year in that setting than I had probably ever. Until grad school.
After improv and learning what I was capable of I got a spark, something inside me lit up and I decided to take the next step. Anyone who knows me knows that my 'dream' job has always been working with kiddos in some sort of therapeutic setting. Fast forward however many years it's been since I wrote last and here I sit, in my very last year of grad school. 2.5 years down, one to go. Back to when I said that improv taught me more about myself than anything ever, yeah....go to school to become a therapist haha that shit will force you to take a good solid look at yourself and then some.
I'm learning SO much about the way I operate, why I operate this way, and how to use all this good stuff in the future. I'm learning how humans in general operate, I'm learning what I believe about how humans operate and I'm learning that I was sort of born to do this. I'm in the right place and there are some occasions where I'll leave class and literally want to talk to anyone who will listen about what I've just learned. I geek the heck out on all this so hard. That's how I know I'm where I belong. Anyone who's been on the other end of the calls (various humans in my life can attest to this) knows that I talk and talk and talk and my eyes are wide and my excitement is high.
Hudson is now 7. He's well past potty trained (where I left off when writing on this thing forever go) he's everything. Everything. We are struggling with him in school, this is a whole separate post that I'll get too eventually but for now. Parenting is by far the hardest thing I've ever done and knowing what I know from a mental health standpoint makes things ever tougher; I'm constantly questioning everything.
Basketball is wrapping up, I was torn between Loyola and Michigan, Loyola cuz duh what a Cinderella story. And Michigan cuz, duh, Big 10 (and we beat then 2 out of three times we played them....) Looks like the Wolverines are moving on, curious to see who they face but I'm rooting for them!
