the past month and a half

So it's been an eventful month and a half. Having work send me back n' forth from here to OC just about every week, and starting my first week out in the field alone in Euerka, Redding, Chico, and Oroville has definitely taken a toll.

I feel like i'm in twelve all over again, living out of my suitcase/bag every week. For seven years, my brother, sister and I lived out of our bags. My parents had a unique arrangement when it came to split custody. We would switch houses every Monday. There would be no point for us unpack each week to put clothes in our dressers/closets, only to pack again six days later. Shit sucked. When I moved to Irvine, it was very refreshing to have a home. A 'constant' if you will. Some place that I could call my own. A place to come home to. It's not like i'm going on vacation or a road trip. I would be gone for about four days, come back home for a few days, then leave again. Being on a constant move.

The company I work for is a great. Everyone wants everyone to succeed. I've been told copious amount of times of how I shouldn't have to feel bad calling someone twenty times a day for help. To some people, that's pretty obvious. To me, I look at it at a different way. I always strive to excel quickly. Blow my employer out of the water by learning quickly, and doing a great job although it is just the beginning. I've already fucked up a few times. Forgetting to do something, forgetting to sign something, forgetting to check something, forgetting... something. There was a point during my drive from a site back to my hotel in Redding where I found myself very discouraged. That day I felt that everything that could go wrong, went wrong. The trunk of my car wouldn't open and I had all of my equipment in there. I was broke and tripping about having enough money for gas just to get back to Sac. According to my supervisor, everything about work that happens once in a blue moon happened in one day.

I was in the middle of an hour and a half drive back to the hotel when I decided to pray. I did my prayers, then had a 40 minute conversation w/ God. If someone would have happened to hear me, or seen me, they would've thought I was a crazy person. I took this time to plead for his help. To help me get through that week. Help me take on this new transition with even more strength. The prayer ended when I exited from the freeway. I was a totally different person from forty minutes ago. I was motivated, optimistic, and had a feeling of confidence and calmness inside me. I have plenty of time on the road each day. I use that time to speak to Him. He continues to amaze me each day with his blessings. I'm just... happy. Happy that I've taken the steps necessary to replenish the relationship w/ Him. I truly feel blessed...

I feel like I hit the ground running w/ this new lifestyle. Shit's crazy. Still getting used to it. I'its a learning process. I need to keep reminding myself that. I will understand things a lot better in due time. Continuing to see the positives in every situation...

How's everyone else doin???