Nothing can stop God's plan for your life.
Happy December to my lovely readers! I cannot believe that it is Christmas season, which means Christmas music can officially be blasted from my car and my office - or as I like to say, music cheer for all to hear.
So much has changed and so many happenings have occurred since I have poured out my heart in here last August (whoops). I was so blessed with the opportunity to make a professional change, and I am so thankful that I did. I am learning more every day than I imagined. I feel like I have invested so much more than knowledge into the patients that I see. It's no longer monotonous or mundane, but rather exhilarating and surprising. I am so thankful for every day that I get to spend with my patients, and the understanding and compassion that the staff has for me as a "green" clinician.
Last year around this time, I made a promise to myself. I decided that I was going to eat healthier and lose the weight that college so ungraciously plopped itself on me. I decided to make a change. I did not let my impatience get the best of me, and I am so proud of my accomplishments (more details to come).
One of the biggest questions I get from people is, "why did you decide to be an SLP?".
Short answer: I wanted to be a teacher, but not teach. I wanted to work with kids, but not in a classroom.
When I was in first grade, it bugged me that there were two girls and one boy who couldn't talk like the rest of us. I even asked the special ed teacher if she could teach me sign language. At the end of the year, I was asked to come to their icecream party.
When I was thinking about changing my major, I observed a twenty something who used an AAC (communication device), and if bugged me thy I couldn't figure out how it worked.
My maternal grandpa was in a car accident either during my freshman of sophomore year at OSU. He had mild dysphagia, and the SLP helped him swallow again.
This is my family at thanksgiving. My mom and I were able to visit my aunt, uncle, and baby cousins in Arkansas. I still can't believe that Matt is going for his PhD in virology, and Kat is going for a BS in kinesiology.
Amanda and I have known each other since we were in seventh grade.
I was sitting with another group of girls at lunch, who were ticking me off, and Amanda was sitting next to or near me. So, I decided to pivot the other direction and ask if I could join them. Who knew more than ten years later, I would still be friends with these girls.
Amanda is an art teacher - a creative guru who apparently stole my art abilities somewhere in elementary school. She is one of few people whom I can share anything with. She brings my head back down from the clouds and reassures me that guys can be jerks and there's no need to stop looking.
Amanda is also a model. I mean, look at her, she's gorgeous! No wonder she's pursuing the modeling world. She's the culprit for talking me into six inch silver sparkle heels for the holidays.
My dear friend also started a blog, so give her some love.
Go there. You'll love it.
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