The Waiting Game

Greetings from lovely Las Vegas! At this time last week, I was still packing up my house on Alison Jane Lane in Kennesaw. What a difference a week makes: I practically drove across the country in 50-ish hours (something I’ll never do again, believe you me), had two job interviews my second day in town, a third one on my third day in town, and have spent the last couple of days unpacking and becoming familiar with the lay of the land. My favourite thing so far about where I live is the glorious mountain park right across the road; I walked there yesterday and was in awe of the effort and tax dollars that have been put into making Exploration Peak Park the oasis it is.

Fancypants park

I’ve been trying to busy myself (my mind, specifically) with other things, as I’m no good at waiting on anything. Whether it be a buffet line, a doctor’s office visit, a security screening, or–as in this case–a yay or nay from a job interview from several days ago, I have very little patience. As with most instances like this in life, though, I’ve learned a great deal about myself in the last week. Here’s a short list:

-I can drive 13 hours straight if I need to. My eyes may be giving out on me by the time I have to pull over and quit driving, but I can do it. (See above re: I’ll never do this again in my life if I can help it.)

-I’ve realized one of the reasons I’m late everywhere I go is because I detest waiting. Even just for five minutes; I really would rather get somewhere and dive right in than have to wait even a few minutes for anything. Waiting on this one particular job offer has humbled me greatly in that respect, especially since I won’t be keeping the job for long if I can’t be on time!

-Whether it’s right or wrong, I put a lot of value on my possessions. The only time I nearly got teared up when I left town last Saturday is when I pulled down the rolling door on my storage unit. I felt like I was leaving most of my life at Uncle Bob’s Storage! But I was able to bring every single thing on the 2000-mile journey that I wanted to bring (within reason), and the things I wasn’t comfortable leaving in storage got tucked in a closet back home at Shiloh. I’m greatly indebted to my sister Susanne for helping me single-handedly packing the bed of my truck up as I stayed upstairs deciding what would and wouldn’t make the trip with me. A great sense of relief came over me when she told me there was still plenty of room in the truck, even after I’d sent only the bare necessities down for her to stack in it a la Tetris. With all that said, I gave away a great, great deal of stuff during the course of this move, and I’m glad most all of it went to people I personally know whom I knew would use the pieces I no longer need in my life.

-You realize who’s truly closest to you in times of drastic change like this. As with sobering up last year, I’ve felt an overwhelming sense of support for this move ever since I made it known I was seriously considering it. I’ve had friends and family checking up on me since I arrived out here, and I have some very gracious friends here in lovely Las Vegas who’ve rolled out the red carpet several times for me already. As Hazel Tucker told me when I told her I was moving, “Son, no one can live your life for you, and you can’t live your life for anyone else.” I love you more than ever for telling me that, Granny.

I’ve learned some other random things as well, such as how much I desperately miss sweet tea (even though I only drank it when dining out or visiting Valdosta, or dining out in Valdosta). I’ve also realized that all cacti bushes look plastic and fake to me, even though I’m finally realizing they’re all *real* out here! The grass in my backyard may be fake, but the cacti are all real.

Yup, it's fake, which should make for easy mowing.

I’ll end the blog with the main, philosophical things I’ve learned, and which I continue to be reminded of daily: Life’s too short to not take a chance; to stay in a job just because it’s a steady paycheck; to settle for a job you don’t really want just because it’s the first one offered to you, and/or to give a hoot about what anyone else thinks about what you’re doing with your life. As the saying goes, “The people who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” I think I might’ve said this in the last blog, but I’ve found it flabbergasting that I’m only just realizing this now at 31 going on 32. Anyone–no matter what their title/position is in your life–who objects to you following your dreams and getting out of a five-year rut, flat out doesn’t matter. End of story. The 95% of people who support you should not be overshadowed by such negativity.

So here’s to playin’ the waitin’ game, gettin’ back into shape via daily walks, discovering a new church home tomorrow, and asking God to grant me patience and faith that what He has in store for me job-wise will be revealed in His due time. In the meantime, I’ll be workin’ on my Dean Martin tan. (I’ve already gotten so much sun from the drive out here and the walks I’ve been on, and it’s only February!)

Happy Valentine’s/Valentime’s to everyone,

brt

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