Monday, August 18, 2014

So This is Growing Up: Birthday Reflections on One Crazy Year

I had a bad day on Friday.  It wasn’t bad like my house burnt down and I got three speeding tickets on my way home from euthanizing my cat or anything, just a little rough.  So on Saturday, in what was not an atypical move for me, I stewed in my problems and began to count them (I even added in my impossible-to-keep-clean counter tops) as I slogged through the cool-down of my run.  With my impending birthday just ahead I thought, “Well, the year is almost over.  This next one will be amazing, it will be MY year.”  Then I opened my eyes.

What a jerk I can be sometimes! To say I had a bad year is such a proverbial slap in the face to the bomb-awesomeness that has been my life as a 27 year old.  Of course things went wrong.  This year had been far from perfect but I’m pretty sure that comes with the territory of being an adult.  There are good days and bad, ups and downs; I am one of the lucky ones to say that in the grand scheme of things, the good has far outweighed the bad.  With that said, I’ve compiled a (non-comprehensive) list of all the crap I selfishly think is wrong in my life and how it has been overpowered by the good.

Bad: Being a pro triathlete is hard.  I’m working my butt off (or on if you talk to my strength coaches) and still not getting champagne dumped on me post-race or coming home with novelty sized checks.
Good: Umm HELLO, less than 4 years after the idea of doing a triathlon even crossed my mind, I became a freakin’ professional athlete.  Heck, I even have sponsors!  Enough said.

Bad: I continue to struggle with my nutrition, weight, and body image.
Good: For the first time since I was in primary school, I have reached and maintained a healthy weight.  I’ve learned a lot about what my body needs and grown to love healthy cooking/eating.  While it took 20 years to get here, I’ve finally started to figure out that whole “healthy lifestyle” thing.  Who knew my mother and all the experts were right all along?

Bad: I managed to become even more broke than I had been as a student working as an unpaid intern.
Good: I gained valuable knowledge and experience while at that internship.  I became a real life big bad board certified music therapist and am working in a field I love!
Good: I have incredibly understanding parents who fed me and let me live at home while at that internship so really, my level of broke-ness could be a whole lot worse.

Bad: I just so happened to be around for one of the worst/coldest winters on record in Wisconsin.
Good: I was able to spend a stretch of time with my parents and build our relationship as an adult instead of as a surly teenager. 
Good: I learned a valuable lesson about myself and what makes me tick.  Now, I am more aware than ever that I am exceptionally sensitive to the weather and need sunshine/fresh air to be a happy camper.  That definitely played a role in choosing where to relocate for work.  Now I’m living the dream in the Nevada desert, wearing a sweater any time it’s under 90 degrees outside.

Bad: Marketing and growing business as a music therapist can be really, really hard.
Good: I opened my own stinkin’ business!  I’ve been up and running with Synapse Music  Therapy for less than five months so it’s pretty absurd to think that I should be living large just yet.  While nothing has happened overnight, I have slowly found new clients/contracts and am spreading the music therapy love throughout Vegas!

The good that has no bad to counter it out:
**My family and heart grew two sizes with the birth of my super-rad twin nephews, Connor and Reid.
**My dear friend Megan miraculously had CLEAN SCANS just a few weeks ago!!!!!!!
**Vegas, especially the athletic community here, has really embraced me and I’ve found a wealth of new friends and mentors.
Getting the boys hooked young

Yay for a healthy Megan!


There’s about a million more things I could list but I don’t want to draw away from these major ones (especially the twins and Megan).  It has been an unexpected roller coaster of a year; I can’t wait to see what 28 has in store for me!


Bring it on adulthood!

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