learning to swim in the deep end...

...is no easy task

Two weeks in and I just keep swimming. Even when I'm "off the clock" I just. keep. swimming. As y'all can imagine this job is both physically and emotionally exhausting.

Do I know what I'm doing? HA. Do I know where I'm going? It's tough to say. Do I know why I'm here? I'm still trying to figure it out, "I wanted an adventure," doesn't feel like an adequate response anymore.

What I do know is that I have a support network that spans from California to NY (lots of love to my dear New York community/family who make this city feel as close to home as possible). I am blessed with loved ones who know exactly what to say/do to lift my exhausted spirits. Sometimes I find it difficult to stay optimistic, especially when I can be uber critical of my abilities (even though I know I should cut myself some slack, it has only been a couple weeks), so I turn to the people I love most for encouragement.

THANK YOU for picking up the phone, for listening to my stories, for sending happy thoughts, for the pep talks and for understanding my quirks and insecurities. Your support means the world to me.