Change is fricken HARD.
To start, I got engaged. Engagement turned out to be the easy part. Wedding planning encompassed my life. That little anxiety bubble that lives in my stomach grew from the size of a bean to the size of a golf ball. Not huge, but also not fun to lug around.
Then I went to see my fancy new fiancé graduate from Officer Candidate School in the US Army. At each briefing, family event, and ceremony of the weekend, the guest speakers talked about how amazing it is to follow your dreams, to serve a higher purpose, and to have the support of your loved ones along the way.
So naturally, I quit my job.
Totally kidding… that is not at all the next natural step. But I DID quit my job. I am not sure how it happened… but something told me to follow my soldier to the next step. Something told me that I needed to do something else.
Which is precisely when I began to fall apart.
So here I am, having no job, not having anywhere to live in our next duty station (Fort Sill, OK) and oh yeah, that anxiety ball is the size of a softball at this point. But don’t worry, I am “following my heart.”
Yikes.
In conclusion: change is hard, moving is hard, life is hard, and I am not sure what I am doing. But I promise to keep you all posted… as soon as I figure out the next step.