Apr 15, 2018 02:25
Today is my birthday, and I turn 31.
It's been a long time since I've properly updated. The truth is, I still use DeadJournal regularly, because it's a bit more private. My life has, not surprisingly, changed.
In February of 2017, I left Wells Fargo Home Mortgage on a whim. I began working for a company that my Mother worked for before she passed away. I was just promoted. I work for the Custom Design Team at a jewelry company. I am working on my Gemologist certification and working towards learning to design jewelry entirely. I assist with designing engagement rings and jewelry modification. I didn't know that this would end up being a calling of mine, and actually, I've turned more into my Mother than I'd ever anticipated. I do much of what she used to do, and in a way, it's helped me feel very fulfilled as far as my work life goes. I suppose Wells Fargo was draining the soul out of me, and I feel so happy with what I'm doing now. In addition, being close to many of the people my Mother was has really helped me heal and fine a very peaceful closure to losing her. I wasn't grieving daily, but I feel such a peace for her passing now. I've made so many new friends and for the first time in my life, I truly feel blessed and happy. I've had many opportunities to have many exciting adventures, and I just feel very lucky for that. Between working in Guatemala, to being a tarot reader, and now this, I feel as though my bucket list is certainly quite short now. I've done so much, and my only real bit left is starting my own new age business for stones and jewelry. I often feel my Mom smiling down on me, and I think this is no exception. She would laugh that I'm working where she worked, and make many jokes. I certainly am, also.
In 2015, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. This has probably changed my life more than anything. I am very mobile. I do very well in spite of my health setbacks. I recently was discharged from the hospital for severe sepsis, and yet, I've again made a full recovery. This also stands as a great blessing. It could have been harrowing, but it wasn't. I'm alive, breathing, and just mildly affected.
I moved earlier this year into a small basement apartment, and I feel very blessed by this as well. There's enough room for Brahms (My orange cat) and I. He loves it very much.
I like to think I have done the best I can. Things will never be perfect. I don't expect to date ever again or do any normal things because of my illness, but, in the same token, I'm happy so it doesn't really matter. This is not what I ever expected, but I sure am grateful for it.