Running Wild

Too Legit to Quit


I cannot stress this enough: I. Love. My. Job.
I love where I work. I love the people I work with. I love that I get to help bring new puppies into the world. I love that I get to do lab work. I love it. I love it. I love it.
And tonight, although I am completely drained and had to park 3 blocks away from my house and walk home in a thunderstorm after staying an hour and a half late at work, I seriously just feel blessed to have my job. Today I spent 3 hours monitoring a 17 year old dog for what was supposed to be a dental cleaning turned into a multiple tooth extraction surgery. And not only was he 17 years old, he also had a heart murmur. And I made sure he remained stable through it all. I could’ve gone home at 5pm when my shift was up. The procedure was over and he was off anesthesia. But there was still work to be done. My team needed me; my patient needed me. And it didn’t feel right to go home until I knew he was okay, and the paperwork was done.
I know a lot of people who punch out on the dot of when their shift is up regardless of whether still work to be done and regardless if people still need their help. That’s not me. That will never be me. I punch out when the work is done and not a minute before.
And I love it.

A Season of Change


There’s a strange thing that happens when you abandon your hometown and move 600 miles away from everything you know and everyone you love. It’s something that happens quick and is so subtle that you hardly notice it slipping under your skin. Then one day you go for a run and it’s just there flowing through every part of you.
That thing? It’s called faith.
Faith that I’ll push through that last mile. Faith that I’ll find my wings at work and finally fly solo. Faith that I’m going to be okay here.
When you’re lost in a brand new city and you don’t know anyone other than the people you work with, your roommate who’s never in town, and another friend who never stays in one place for longer than a week unless she’s being paid to, you do the only thing that makes sense. You find your people.
For the first time ever, I did a very grown up thing that I bet no one saw coming.
I went to church.
That’s right. Me. The stubborn girl who doesn’t trust the weatherman unless he has a window in his office, is trying to trust something she can’t even see.
Let me tell you, it’s definitely not easy. Every day I wrestle with the big what ifs and whys of the world. But every week I go to Hope Church a few blocks from my house, and every Tuesday night I meet up with an awesome group of women my age and we hash out those big questions.
I’m in a season of change and I’m just figuring it all out as I go.



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