Humble Brag

Have you ever carried around a backpack loaded with rocks on some sort of hike, epic journey, or any sort of life travel? If you answered yes to that question, and you are not the evil almost step-mom in the Parent Trap, you should probably take a step back and think about the life decisions that led to you carrying around a backpack full of rocks. It's just not something people should do. Segwaying into where this literal question becomes a horrible metaphor I'm sure everyone has carried around some sort of emotional baggage. Don't worry, I'm not about to go tell you to confess and repent, or seek professional help or anything. I just felt it necessary to try and connect with my somewhat existent readership before focusing this blog post back on what's really important, me. More specifically the emotional rock backpack that I've been carrying around since I clicked the submit button on my application to the University of Utah occupational therapy program at the beginning December. You see, ever since that day I have been waiting with bated breath to hear my fate. Getting into the program was the plan. Not a plan, but THE plan. Failure to get into the program would mean... I don't even know. Talk about putting all my eggs in one basket. Or don't, because I think that would be an odd discussion, as the only eggs I have are in my ovaries. Anywho for months now I have basically been in high stress mode at all times. I've been oscillating between pushing down the anxiety fighting to over take my body and succumbing to anxiety and annoying all those around me with my fears. It didn't help that I had my interview at the beginning of February and was told I would hear back middle to end of March. That is not a time frame, that is a time giant archway that is chilling in the middle of Paris. In the last two weeks I have checked my email more than anyone not in a serious business should. Basically, what I'm saying is that I have been a mess. To all of those who have had to interact with me, I apologize, I'm sure it has been a trial, and I thank you for sticking by me. Fortunately for both my nerves and my already fragile social life all that has now come to an end. Because...

I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY PROGRAM!!!!!!

When I said humble brag I actually meant not at all humble and all brag. Deal with it. So yeah, I got in. I can't remember being this happy in... a long long time. Happy and relieved and just yes. I mean sure, I have to stay in Utah for the next 2.5 years. But at the end of that I will be doing what I want and will be able to do it wherever I want. HAHAHAHA! Triumphant laugh!!!! I'm so happy that just thinking about the fact that my future is no longer hanging in the balance sets me a-dancing. And I decided to share my joy here. Because if I can't brag about myself on my own blog than what is the point of having a blog?

Look out world, my life now has direction, and nothing short of a very serious injury, a sudden love for dancing on poles, a failed background check and/or death is going to stop me.