Change...

There are several different kinds of change. The kind that creeps up on you and out of no where....BAM! It gets you, like your boyfriend cheating on you or finding out they are closing your nearest Starbucks that you get your morning coffee at every day.

Then there is the kind of change that takes it's time, you hardly even notice it until it's collective self just can't be ignored. Things like aging, or the progress a city makes as it inches it's way farther and farther out, taking over mother nature.

Then there is change that you plan for, you wait... you longingly think about how things will be...anticipation meets you every morning as you get up. A long engagement, pregnancy, finishing college.


This week I have started back to work full time as a vocational rehabilitation counselor for the deaf to complete a masters of social work degree. This is my final semester....my last class. I have been plugging along part time taking classes for four years now and have been planning my internship since June of last year.


Here is the other part about change....it's HARD. And now since my life is intertwined with three other peoples lives....their lives are hard too.


My little family is plowing through the change, I am proud of them. I know my littlest will not remember crying every morning when she is left at day care, my oldest won't remember how horrible her behavior got for the first week of mommy's internship and my husband will forgive me for all the hardship when I am making "BIG" bucks as a social worker some day...but today we all feel the hard part of change.

20 hours of my internship down....only 580 hours left to go!