Transitions

I'm pretty sure this is old news by now and that most of you out there know there's been lots of changes in our life in the past few months. I know you've heard about the house (which still isn't sold by the way), and the move to Orlando, and Matt's approaching graduation. But, there was one other change that kind of got lost in the shuffle. I have left the gymnastics world. It's weird to say. I've been out over a month now, the change was actually seemless and positive this time, but I haven't actually admitted that I've left that part of my life behind for now.

Don't get me wrong, my last day at the gym was a tough one, I shed quite a few tears that week, and I was scared to death that I was going to hate my "real" job again. But, I don't. Actually, I think it's pretty great, I hardly miss the gym at all (yes, I miss the people, but that's different), and I finally feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be with my life (at least for now).

For those of you that don't know, I'm working with the same chiropractor that Matt's interning for. I'm learning the business. So, I'm in an amazing environment with terrific people and mentors, I get to see lives touched and transformed, I'm actually applying my degrees, and I'm on the same schedule as my husband. Is there any reason, besides the fact that I don't get to wear gym clothes to work, that I should be upset with the change?

On another note, say your prayers this week. Matt is taking the final part of his Chiropractic Board Exams - the last step to becoming a REAL Doctor. He's been studying his butt off, and I'm sure he'll be fine, but prayers would be appreciated none-the-less.

P.S. The picture of one of the families that became Matt's patients at the office.

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