Hey friends! It's been absolute ages since I've done a proper blog updating you of the happenings of my super exciting (boring) life!
I finished the fall semester of school in December and the Spring semester just geared up last week. I just love being in the social work program. I find everything I learn so interesting, and spent a great deal of this semester putting the theories we have been taught to practice, albeit with other classmates simulating group and individual therapy sessions. It's great that I'm far enough along in my college career that I am putting to use the knowledge I've acquired the past 60 + credit hours in school. In our policy class we spent the semester researching and putting together a proposal for an on-campus food bank. Our last class we presented to the chancellor and our proposal got approved, so by the fall we will have a food bank (pretty rewarding considering how much work was put in to get the proposal together). This was definitely my hardest semester of school though. It was my first full time semester in three years, I had only been going part-time since having my daughter. My classes were incredibly challenging and by finals week I wanted to burn the entire campus down. The professor for my group therapy class was incredibly critical of me all semester, although my assignments were graded well she pointed out every detail that could have been better. After my final she came out into the hallway after I left the class and told me that I "had a presence about me" and that I was do exceedingly well as a social worker, especially if I continue my desired path of becoming an addictions counselor. It was a great compliment considering the fact that I am in all my classes with the same 20 people, so we are basically each others competition academically speaking. I still walk around feeling so unsure of myself it's kind of crazy being told that I have a presence about me. Because school was so challenging, I was terrified to look at my final grades so I didn't until last week even though they had been posted nearly a month. I GOT ON THE DEAN'S LIST THIS SEMESTER! I am so fucking proud of myself. It's amazing how much I improved academically being sober. I was constantly in class and trying to do homework high or had been drinking, and I always knew I was smart, but I have really been able to apply myself like I never would have imagined.
I also ended my journey of being on house arrest in early October. I am still on probation until April 9, but am doing amazingly well. Maintaining sobriety, for a year now, was the greatest gift I could have given myself. I have learned so much about who I am, and most importantly what I have to offer to myself and to other people.
Speaking of other people, I have blogged a bit about finding a partner after three years of being single. I definitely wasn't looking for a partner, and if I was it wasn't a man, but couldn't have crossed paths with a better human. We have been dating about four months and I am just smitten. I feel so compatible with him, and he has truly become my best friend. I can see a future with him, which is crazy because I thought I'd be the girl making thirty cats happy someday. It's so refreshing being with someone and chaos not being a factor. it makes me realize that I never loved my daunter's father, four months into our relationship he was possessive and controlling and we were constantly fighting about immature, irrelevant shit. We were two fucked up people who happened to cross paths and develop a toxic relationship. Now four months in, we have not yet had a fight. We've had a few disagreements but can talk and resolve things like adults. The only bothersome thing is my ex has a real craw up his ass about me being in a relationship and is constantly trying to pick a bone with me about being in a serious relationship. He has tried to tell me we are soul mates and meant to be together, then tries to blame me for us not working out and says I "gave up on us". No, I stuck around for an entire year trying to bring him out of his crack addiction and ended up getting my spirit broken in the process. A person can only take so much, and when things don't work out between people, they move on that's life. I've just learned to ignore him, because I'm happy and not doing anything wrong, and in the end he's just a sick, sad person and wants attention from me.
So I think that's about all I have to update. Not exciting stuff, but I have come to love boring. Boring is good, my life is in the best place it's ever been, and I'm finally living up to the potential I knew I always had but could never achieve because of drugs/alcohol.