Showing posts with label positivity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label positivity. Show all posts

Sunday, July 8, 2018

#AnnaBucketList18-March-Goodbye Helena.

Well, March has certainly came and gone. There are many reasons this post has been delayed, but mainly because it was a big life move. And it needed processing....and a lot of boxes.

But, first this song. I am digging this right now.

White Flag


Where to begin? Let's start here. It really started in the fall of 2016. That urge. The nudge. You know what I am talking about. That feeling that you want more, need more and dare I say it...you need change. Change is scary even when your natural setting doesn't change at all. Little did I know that the first little nudge would come only a month after that first feeling I had. This slight tapping came in the form of AAA laying off people. This was the first glimpse that universe was trying to tell me something. Was this my chance to become a change agent in my own life? I applied to places I dared to dream of out of grad school. I applied to other places I wanted to live in Montana-Missoula and Bozeman. I kept pushing forward as well to stay in Helena. Also, I was ignoring the little niggle that I need to leave Helena. But, I had a routine, a fish, a horse and trails for days. Plus, my childhood best friend lived here and her three rascals and my porch overlooked a community garden and Mt. Helena. I would need more than a niggle of change and therefore proceeded to really focus on staying in Helena.

My persistence paid off. I landed a job at the state that I thought I would really love. It combined my love for planning with travel. I was excited....and yet cautious. I have never had a job I loved more in the state when I worked for Governor Schweitzer. And the small stint I had after that felt stifling. And  since that time with the Governor, I had gone to grad school, started writing and focused on my creativity, my voice and helping others along the way. I was nervous that an office in government, no matter what the job would try to throw dirt on that fire. And it did.


The job itself was amazing. I liked my team, I liked being the storyteller of the state I loved and I had incredible experiences. But I will say this. A person in a management position does not make them a leader. And I will leave it there. I could slowly feel my voice leave and feel fear and anxiety creep in on a daily basis and I could see this in my direct team. They also felt they had no voice...no value...no creative input. And I will leave it there. But, I will say this. You decide how you will treat people and how you own your brand. And at the end of the day, people leave bosses, they don't leave jobs. I was applying for other jobs by Thanksgiving.

On New Years Eve I decided to take a page out of the spirit junkie handbook and my best friend and I made intentions we wanted to take into 2018 and shit we didn't want to take into 2018. For more on that-see my blog post about getting your shit together was so last year. On January 2nd, that fear and anxiety ended. Just walking in the office again took a bit of my soul. And that was my last day. Ripped off like a bandaid. Why not start immediately with not taking the crap you don't want in 2018 and letting it go. I immediately felt relief and went to my best friends house to eat dip. Hey, we each handle our own stuff our own way, and this dip tho....

Now what? I started freelancing. I kept going to therapy. I slept the fuck in. And I started hustlin'. I set goals both professionally and personally. And then the nudge came again. This time a little bit stronger. I looked at where I am going with my life and what do I want out of it. I mean, I was staring down the barrel of 40 this year. I was about to hit my half way life mark (okay, maybe that is 50). And I started the process again of looking at where do I want to live and what do I want to do. I knew this-I wanted to work in a place that I felt valued, had a voice and could be creative AF and use my skills of communication and public relations. I also knew I wanted new experiences...and I was beginning to feel like I was in a rut. A rut? Gah. That's hard to say about your life. My routine and surroundings had become too comfortable. Too routine. I wasn't growing, I wasn't meeting new people anymore and I wasn't cultivating new experiences where I was living. But, once again I worked hard to stay in Helena. I love the town and the location. And I did find something and as soon as I found it, it was gone. That was a gut punch...but after I caught my breath, wiped the tears and picked myself off the ground...it was a gut check.


Around this time I headed to Billings for my father's birthday. And I needed to lick my wounds. And I needed a new view...literally and figuratively. I hung out with my dad and my mom. I then decided to meet with my friend Jennifer Mercer. Over wine and ice cream-because, life, she mentioned to me that I should look into Billings. I had honestly never thought about it. I always looked at western Montana or Helena or places like Oregon or British Columbia. I know, it may seem odd. Later that day I looked around and found two jobs I would be interested in and one remote position in Billings. I talked to my parents and then headed back to Helena, but not before each parent gave me a slice of advice as side with my eggs.

Upon my return to Helena, I devised a list and a plan...and made sure my Starbucks app was up to date, as this is where I set up my writing work space and now it was ground zero. I would head there with my Mac and a mission. Life will knock you down but it's how you get back up that matters. I applied at the places that appealed to me, as well conquered other items to set the world right...however only a few know of those and that is way it will be for some time.

I was attending a small business conference in Helena with two of my friends and I got a call from one of the places. I will sum this up quickly-I had a phone call with the strategic director, then another with the owner, then another call was set up. These two calls were imperative in pointing me in the right direction and told me this was the right place for me. Simple words that I said in my life were being echoed in the tone and tenor of these calls. Words that the spirit junkie in me connected with and that the universe was saying this is your calling. So, the next phone call turned into a meeting, as I would be in Billings anyway. At this meeting I met part of the team and ultimately was offered the job. I was given two start dates-in two weeks or four weeks. They were very understanding that I was moving a life and closing a chapter. Even when all signs point in a direction-the right direction, it is hard to leave some of my favorite people and horse. Yes, that horse and I have had a bond since 2013, so yes, the horse was hard as hell to leave. I always put a Christmas card in the owners mailbox and upon leaving I put a picture of the horse and I in the mailbox and gave my contact information in so they could reach me if something were to happen to him.

My horse when I was saying goodbye and I love him. He did this. We still have carrots and catch up when I visit!

After I met with key stakeholders in the community and tapped into what the triathlon community looks like here, such as: Is there a bike group? An outdoor long course pool? A Masters group? Running and biking routes for long training? I took the job and decided on the two week route. I packed up my life within a week essentially and waved goodbye to the moving truck. I kept an air mattress, a camping chair, my bike, a few clothes, my coffee maker and of course a plate and bowl-which I never used because I was saying goodbye to everyone over meals. But, I loved living like this. And I have too much shit..but that is another post.

It was hard to leave Helena. It had my favorite views, running routes and cycling loops. I became a marathoner and an Ironman living there. But, alas, I tapped out my growth there, both personally and professionally. I needed a different space and a different place to grow. And that is okay. In fact, it's more than okay to recognize that and then do something about it. And more importantly it's valuable to know your worth, both financially and spiritually. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you're worth less than you are. Ever.



And just like that, I became a Billings resident again. I have big plans for you Billings and amazing people to connect with here.

P.s. I know it's now July, but with training for a big race and a new job and a life change, other things have taken priority. Thanks for sticking with me.

Remember to explore more, think outside of the box and always live in the you do you vibe.


Saturday, January 27, 2018

Having your shit together was so last year..or maybe even the year before

Oh, hey 2018! This is a big year, for many reasons. But, mainly this is the year I will turn 40. I know, right?! WTH. All those years of being the youngest in the class (I don't turn 40 until September) such as being 13 going to high school and college at 17, are now paying off as I see all my friends and classmates head into this new decade first-ha!


But, first this song that gives all the feels lately and the video is super fun


I swear once I entered January my body new this was a big year. I have had back issues and ribs issues. I have seen my active relief chiropractor more in the last month than I have in the last four. And who knew that cartilage from ribs being out would take the longest to heal or maybe it's that old age thing? The upside is also this last month people have thought I was 26 to 34. I contribute this to my plant lifestyle-ish, being active, napping and kid free lifestyle-ha! 

But, something else has become clear as well this month. No one I know has their shit together in our age group +/-five years. And yes, I mean everyone-and yes I am looking at you too. I would go so far that most people don't have their shit together the way they would like. But, for my research I will stick to those close to me in age. Most of the individuals in my close and far circle of friends do not have their shit together. From living at home, divorce, unemployment to heading into second careers, back to school, living paycheck to paycheck, not enough 401 k and having one more kid than they wanted..er planned.  

My social feeds are full of people not having their shit together and of people looking like they have their shit together. You can put all the filters you want on your life, but at night you have to live in it. My therapist told me this week I need to sit in uncomfortableness at times. I have the mentality that when things get hard and sticky that I just want to push forward and not feel bad. I will go outside, coffee with a friend or anything to keep moving forward and find positivity. So, real talk, I had to sit with some hard shit lately. Some painful shit. And my first reaction was to right away and keep pushing forward and while I was doing that I wanted to watch a comedy. But, then I remembered her words. And I decided to watch the most dramatic and saddest movie and be in that moment and decided to sit with my unbelief, sadness and pain for a few days. As my friend Amy said, "You need to get through it to get to it" or something like that-Ha. Admitting life sucks at times is not being negative, it's being truthful. 



I also went through a major health scare this month. My mammogram showed some concern and the doctor called me. I have had a mammogram for six years and I never get a call, so I know it wasn't a good sign. I have a history of breast cancer in my family and every year with trepidation I get one. As I headed back to the imaging center that same day of the call, the X-ray tech showed me the spot that was concerning. And I could see it. I could see why they called me back. I could feel my heart stop. They did additional imaging and the doctor was in and she took the images back and asked me to hold still. She came back and said he wants an ultrasound. I did the ultrasound. I could feel the pressure of the spot they were looking at. Then I waited for the call. In the meantime I called my close friends and mom. I wanted to wait for the results before I told my father. On the drive over to my friends house after the second appointment I thought "I may not even have my health anymore." Then I swore of any soda and dips...but then I told myself to get real, I am never giving up dips-ha. The doctor called the next day and said the ultrasound cleared up any concern. It was a piece of fibrous tissue and no concern and to have a regular mammogram next year. I was at the gym. I got on the treadmill and hit the fastest button and ran and cried. Then I realized I was making the crying noises and really had to pull my shit together and get out of the gym. Later I also got a second opinion on the images just to be safe-same clear result. So, January has been a little bit of a bitch, but not like Tom Brady little bitch, so I can deal. 

Before the end of the year, I asked friends if they could define 2018 with one word, what would it be? This is what they said:
  • Confidence
  • Change
  • Hopeful
  • Determination
  • Rebirth-that is mine
These are all from strong women. All from women who are undergoing life changes because they were not where they wanted to be. See, no one has their shit together. So, stop being so hard on yourself and comparing yourself. I have done a lot of comparing this month and it has made it worse and what has made it better is remembering my #youdoyou attitude and for others sharing their stories. Our generation is constantly changing and seeking challenges and ways to be better and that is either through fitness, books, life/job changes or relationship changes. The old ways of having a career for 20-30 years is not us. Being married for 50 plus years is not us (although sometimes sadly), but we shouldn't stick in a situation where we can't grow. I am there myself and probably having a mid life crisis as I write this. #sorrynotsorry



So, remember as we head into this year that shit happens. Life is hard and sad and painful. But, life can be beautiful and full of love and not fear. But, sometimes you need to be on your bathroom or kitchen floor crying and sending vibes to the universe for direction or letting go and letting it guide you (that is the spirit junkie in me). We make mistakes. We fail. We have anxiety and stress. And it's okay to sit in that for awhile and learn from it. Having your shit together is an unattainable goal really. We can only strive to do better.



While you figure your shit out, remember to live in the moment, travel and always, you do you.

Anna