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In any stage of life I feel like the duration is marked, defined as the progress or accomplishment a person makes with it. Almost as if it can only be deemed worthwhile and productive if they have left a piece of themselves behind, if there is continued growth long after the stage has passed.
Over the past two years, since graduating college and embarking on my first official job, I've been monitoring how things have changed and how different my life would be if I had chosen a different path - a variant of my final choices.
Fresh out of college, anxious and excited, I started at Spectrum Publications in Wooster with an air of uncertainty. I was afraid that I couldn't succeed in what everyone was telling me was now "the real world." I had faith, don't get me wrong, that everything was going to work out how it was supposed to. I knew that there would be ups and downs, that I'd make mistakes and be unavoidably human. But when I walked through the doors on my first day, the nerves overtook and I couldn't at that time realize that I was falling into the exact place I was meant to be.
Now at the peak of my comfort and content a new adventure is knocking.
It always seems that (as the turn of phrase goes) "when it rains, it pours" has been the motto for my life - in blessings and in disappointments. This is no different.
When my fianc, Brendan, proposed last July and we decided on a June 30 wedding date, we thought we were covering all of our bases and ensuring that we would be providing a smooth transition into married life. He was set to graduate from his master's program in May and job hunt afterward, while I worked around other commitments that come with the summer season.
What we didn't expect was for him to land a job before the wedding - thus the rain started.
With a great opportunity on the horizon and wedding preparations piling, the past few weeks have been in a word...insane.
I've been told (repeatedly) that the most stressful moments in a person's life are: getting married, starting a job and moving. One, check. Two, check. Three...check.
I always knew that relocating was an almost certain possibility with his field. I even expected it to happen shortly into our marriage. But when Quincy University called to offer him the job on June 5 it hit.
People often talk about their relationships with their coworkers and their bosses. Many of them even go as far to acknowledge a closeness, a family unit that they find. It comes as no shock to me when that's the case. These are, afterall, the people that we spend the majority of our time with, outside of our parents and spouses.
There are so many things that I count as blessings in my life, so many ways in which I'm fortunate. This job has been a blessing. I've been able to meet many wonderful and interesting people, learn about another culture, hear stories from generations passed, build relationships and expand my resum all the while doing something that I love.
As I begin to transition yet again from the familiar to the unknown I want to thank all of the people that have offered support, encouragement, laughter, challenges and so many memories. And of course, thank you to the many dedicated readers of Spectrum Publications' products. Without them, nothing I have done would have been possible.
In this moment. In this stage. My time has been marked. Whether I have accomplished anything or progressed myself is not for me to say. In time I'll know if my moment was worthwhile to anyone else, but to me...I have grown in ways I wouldn't have otherwise. Now it's bittersweet - the adventure with the leaving. I have left a piece of myself with you all, whether you keep it or not is up to you.