Faith In Humanity Restored!

In early November, I made the very scary decision to move to Colorado. I got a job offer I couldn't refuse from a shop that sought ME out! Yes, they heard of me (SHIT) and WANTED me to work for them....How could I say no?! It was a fresh start in a new state and the opportunity to push the boundaries of my comfort zone.

I quietly started telling friends and family who were all incredibly supportive. From my brother who has yet to tell me how much he'll miss me (YOU BETTER) and did nothing but end every text with an exclamation point in excitement, to multiple friends offering to drive my scared ass across the country. Being a single gal with a dog, no partner and strained relationships with my parents, my friends are my family. (That made leaving a bitch, BTW.)

There have been dark moments in all of this. Moments of complete panic and self doubt and "WHAT THE F--K AM I THINKING?!" moments. There still are....And when I was unexpectedly let go at the end of November from a job I loved with my everything without the chance to say goodbye to my staff, my customers and my reps, I was in a dark, dark place. It wasn't just a smack in the face, but a sobering reality that there was absolutely no turning back.

I say it over and over again that social media is a pain in the ass. I'm admittedly on it way too much, but I can't help myself. I like being connected to people. Once the announcement that I was moving was made on Facebook, my world exploded with sweet messages of love and support from people I haven't seen in YEARS.

I've often felt whiny and unappreciative of this awesome opportunity and every single time I've made a status or posted a picture, the amount of support and encouragement has been overwhelming. If you're reading this, it's most likely because you saw the Facebook status. And if you saw the Facebook status, then you are one of the hundreds of people who have kept me going through this crazy beautiful and scary transition in my life. You inspire me to do better....to keep moving forward and to believe in myself. Thank you doesn't quite cut it, but I am forever grateful for the love and the connection.

See....social media isn't always so bad after all, y'all. Now excuse me while I go take more pictures of snow!

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