New Job. New Adventures.

    The last 72 hours have been an absolutely phenomenal adventure! I knew that my finals and graduation from the Academy were slated for this weekend. Hell, that has been a carrot on a stick for the last few months, though I admit, I will miss the Academy. What was not expected, or on the agenda was an unexpected job interview. Finally, my months of intensely blanketing the job market paid off. Not only did my efforts finally bear fruit, but it was the most succulent fruit I had hoped, wished, and dreamed of. Not only did I interview splendidly, with a guy that I think will be an excellent boss, but at the end of our meeting he said, "Okay, let's do this." Me, "You mean I got the job?" YES! YesYesYes!!! I got the job. A job that I know I can excel at, that will use my odd, vast array of skills, let me stretch my wings, and learn new, cool shit. What is this sugared plum of a job? Selling Harley-Davidson parts and accessories at the big H-D dealership. A great job, with good pay, full benefits, excellent hours, and Harleys!!! Could it get any better? I don't think so. I really don't. I will be working directly with one of my passions, surrounded by gleaming chrome and luscious paint, the aroma of leather and carnuba wax, and in a culture that I fit into and feel comfortable with.
    I feel like all the pieces of the puzzle have finally, suddenly, snapped into place. Yes, I know there is no guarantee of  Happily Ever After, but I think I have arrived in a place and space where anything seems possible. It has been a battle and a struggle, every step of the way, I won't deny it. It has been a hard fought battle these last 2 years, as I fought, wept, and bled. The one thing I did not do is surrender. Yes, I felt despair, dejection, rejection. I was kicked in the teeth, knocked flat, run over, beat to shit, battered, bruised, and left in the ditch to die. Every time, I picked myself up, wiped away the blood and grime, and continued to put one foot in front of the other. The last 6 months my journey has picked up the pace, I have gone from crawling, to staggering, to bulling ahead, to the final sprint for the finish. So far, 2013 has passed in a frenetic blur. A glorious, difficult, exhilarating, wondrous, adventurous, frenetic blur. I will not rest on my laurels, there is still much to do. Much to learn. Many adventures waiting for me to pull the trigger. Adventures. Grand, Glorious Adventures.