Running With A BeerBelly

It’s to no surprise that I feel a bit unsettled about the future of my career path.  As my internship is coming to an end, I’m starting to freak out about where my next paycheck is going to come from.  Although, there is potential for a full time position, I’ve never been one to put all my eggs in one basket.  It was one thing to not have work in Detroit when rent was $250 at most… (and lets not forget when I lived my hippie life in the Berkley basement for $100… “Dirty basement? 100 bucks? Where do I sign?”  Chicago is different. Rent is high.  Taxes are high.  And it costs more to do my laundry then it does to buy a pint a beer… and trust me, more often then not, I opt for the beer…

I had some light shed on me the other day talking to my L.A. sister. Probably one of the most encouraging things I’ve heard, “Everything else has lined up for you by moving to Chicago.  Serving job in the summer, incredible internship experience, great roommates, new friends, old friends…  So the future will hold the same.”  Sometimes it’s not so bad if history repeats itself.  I really just have to believe in the future. 

Being that I try to incorporate running into this blog as much as possible, I compare my endless struggle for work to yesterday’s treadmill workout.  My running hasn’t been my first priority lately and I’ve been doubting my ability to run fast.  I keep thinking of the shape I was in for Boston and wish I could flick a switch and be that girl again. Yesterday, though, I cranked up the speed, got out of my comfort zone and got in a hell of a workout.  All I needed to do was stop doubting myself.

Don’t doubt yourself.  Believe in yourself and others will believe in you.