I am currently at work as I write this. I just realized that today is my last day of work for 2015. This year I got my first job. Well, first 3 jobs actually. It's crazy to see how much I've grown and changed through the experiences. My friends think it's funny that I love to go to work so much. But it's not really the work that I enjoy. Let's be real, scrubbing toilets, working long hours, and dealing with customers with a smile is never fun. I loved working because I got to meet so many amazing people that never failed to make me laugh, people that showed me how hard minimum wage workers work to survive, people that taught me to see the world on the other side. I learned to push my body past its limit. I learned to force myself to do the things I didn't want to, but had to. I grew up pretty spoiled. I was quick to complain and I never even thought about the people who serve me at restaurants, markets, hotels, etc. To be honest, I never thought that I would be one of them. But life happened.
If it weren't for the work opportunities I've had, I wouldn't be where I am today. Last week, I paid my winter quarter bill and I couldn't stop thinking about how good God is. Last year, I was so depressed to think that I couldn't even try to reach for my dreams because of the financial burden. But through God's grace, I'm pulling it off.
Im not going to lie...it's been really...really hard. But now, I'm done with the part time jobs. I'm done sweating to make money. I'm ready to start doing what I love to do. I'm ready to unleash my creativity. And I am So. Damn. Excited.