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anigoA door has closed...
Today The Kid had her last club volleyball game. I've watched her play volleyball since she was 13. I LOVE watching her play volleyball. Her highschool season ended before club season started. But a door has opened. In September she'll start university and start playing university volleyball. That's not so easy. You can get cut for having a bad day. There are always possibilities you either won't make the school or club team, but Jess has had great coaches who love her and have always played her first string. University is a whole different... uh ball game. So her highschool door has closed too, but her university door is opening. In another province.
Another door has closed...
After 14 years I have finished my undergraduate degree. (I still don't have Assclass marks back yet, but I'm not worried about that) In 19 short days I will don a robe and walk across a stage and collect my diploma. That door has closed. I have also, however, applied for my MEd and one of the profs I used as a reference seems to think it's a no brainer. There's a door, whether it opens or not will remain to be seen.
Another door has closed...
As you remember, Skipper Thom, with whom I have sailed for 14 years (I started sailing with him, quite literally, about 3 weeks before I started school) passed away over Christmas. His boat has been sold. That family and sport has taken up a huge part of my life for the past 14 years. One of the crew has bought his own boat and hopes to continue the legacy, but it's hard to duplicate history like that.
There's another door in front of me. Work is driving me nuts. I am dreading going to work in the morning. I have often been pissed at the people I work with and the things I do, but I've never had this horrible feeling in my gut at the thought of going to work. I'm 99% sure that it's because of my boss. He and I quite literally and figuratively don't speak the same language. I have no idea what he wants me to do. I have made a recommendation about the way he's paying his sales team (a high salary and a fecked up incentive process that doesn't incent people to make extra sales - it would work great for an account manager, but doesn't drive the behaviours we want) and he told me in no uncertain terms to mind my own business. I was doing some admin work and he took it from me saying my time was better spent elsewhere. I asked him how we wanted his monthly analysis done and he took that from me too, saying it was easier for him to do it himself. Oh, and I have no job description. I'm tired of feeling like I'm failing.
And the last door... I'm sitting here having what I'm pretty sure is a hot flash. I'm too young for a hot flash! (Ok, I'm too young in my head for a hot flash. I'm pretty sure it's not completely unusually to have them at 46 years old.) I've noticed them a couple of times over the last couple of weeks. I've been sick, so I thought I might have been running a bit of a temperature, but I'm pretty sure now it's a hot flash. Yay.
Anyway
In summary. There are a lot of things I've been doing for a long time that are coming to an end right now. That also means there's a lot of opportunity to do new things. I'd like to start swimming again. I want to volunteer. Jess's volleyball coach wants me to become a coach in my own right...
As the deity of your choice closes a door, there is always a window that opens.
Cheers all, have a great week. Y'all deserve it.
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Today The Kid had her last club volleyball game. I've watched her play volleyball since she was 13. I LOVE watching her play volleyball. Her highschool season ended before club season started. But a door has opened. In September she'll start university and start playing university volleyball. That's not so easy. You can get cut for having a bad day. There are always possibilities you either won't make the school or club team, but Jess has had great coaches who love her and have always played her first string. University is a whole different... uh ball game. So her highschool door has closed too, but her university door is opening. In another province.
Another door has closed...
After 14 years I have finished my undergraduate degree. (I still don't have Assclass marks back yet, but I'm not worried about that) In 19 short days I will don a robe and walk across a stage and collect my diploma. That door has closed. I have also, however, applied for my MEd and one of the profs I used as a reference seems to think it's a no brainer. There's a door, whether it opens or not will remain to be seen.
Another door has closed...
As you remember, Skipper Thom, with whom I have sailed for 14 years (I started sailing with him, quite literally, about 3 weeks before I started school) passed away over Christmas. His boat has been sold. That family and sport has taken up a huge part of my life for the past 14 years. One of the crew has bought his own boat and hopes to continue the legacy, but it's hard to duplicate history like that.
There's another door in front of me. Work is driving me nuts. I am dreading going to work in the morning. I have often been pissed at the people I work with and the things I do, but I've never had this horrible feeling in my gut at the thought of going to work. I'm 99% sure that it's because of my boss. He and I quite literally and figuratively don't speak the same language. I have no idea what he wants me to do. I have made a recommendation about the way he's paying his sales team (a high salary and a fecked up incentive process that doesn't incent people to make extra sales - it would work great for an account manager, but doesn't drive the behaviours we want) and he told me in no uncertain terms to mind my own business. I was doing some admin work and he took it from me saying my time was better spent elsewhere. I asked him how we wanted his monthly analysis done and he took that from me too, saying it was easier for him to do it himself. Oh, and I have no job description. I'm tired of feeling like I'm failing.
And the last door... I'm sitting here having what I'm pretty sure is a hot flash. I'm too young for a hot flash! (Ok, I'm too young in my head for a hot flash. I'm pretty sure it's not completely unusually to have them at 46 years old.) I've noticed them a couple of times over the last couple of weeks. I've been sick, so I thought I might have been running a bit of a temperature, but I'm pretty sure now it's a hot flash. Yay.
Anyway
In summary. There are a lot of things I've been doing for a long time that are coming to an end right now. That also means there's a lot of opportunity to do new things. I'd like to start swimming again. I want to volunteer. Jess's volleyball coach wants me to become a coach in my own right...
As the deity of your choice closes a door, there is always a window that opens.
Cheers all, have a great week. Y'all deserve it.
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