Changing jobs brought about so much happiness! I was finally working with people who looked at me as a professional. I was very excited because starting my new job meant starting a new chapter in my life. I was soon to start school and become the woman I knew that God created me to be. I met people who really had my back and wanted the best for me. I was able to relax, not worrying about whether I would be called into someone’s office. I learned so much. The shifts that we worked allowed so much flexibility and allowed me to work without the drama that working in a small building had brought in the past. I was able to come to work, do a great job, work side by side with people who were professional and kind, and be happy. There were many friends I had made in my previous job, and I missed them. However, we are still friends to this day so it is no love lost. I just sincerely believe that sometimes you have to move forward.I can honestly say that some of those people will always be close to my heart, because when you work somewhere for 6 years, you form real friendships. I thank God for each and every one of them who had my back, stood by me, and stayed loyal and true. Soon it came time for me to start school. I was very happy and I found out that this semester was the last semester that I had to go to school. Prior to my ex husband being in prison, I had taken many classes geared towards a degree in education. During the time that I was in school to teach, I had kinda had a head down, work hard attitude, so I didn’t stress how many classes I had left. Due to the fact that I had done so well in English and math, I was awarded by not having to test out of those subjects. At the time that it happened, my ex husband was imprisoned and I didn’t even get a chance to celebrate that type of success. It is amazing to me, looking back now,that something so significant was “just news” in the midst of all the pain I was experiencing. I was so elated to graduate. I told everyone I knew about the great news, and I started to make plans on which career I would choose. Teaching was something that I loved to do, but it seemed the jobs were scarce and me being single, I wanted to have a career that gave me the financial security I needed to raise my kids without the pressure of financial stresses. I also wanted a career in which I could continuously improve in. Therapy was something that I had considered, but never took seriously. However, while my mom was recovering from her illness, I had fallen in love with the field. I also had been working with great therapists as a CNA. They had inspired me. I begin to lean towards Occupational therapy. However, first I had to graduate. When the day came, I couldn’t have been happier. My family was there, and my kids were there. I actually worked 7pm-7am the day before. When I came home, I took a shower, curled my hair/makeup, and got dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized the depth of what was happening that day. I remembered all the pain, all the tears, all the sleepless nights and the struggles that I had experienced to get to this day. Upon looking at the woman who stared back at me in the mirror, all I could do was cry. What had taken most people 2 years to complete took me over 10 years due to starting and stopping school, and the break I had taken between high school and college. I had let so many things get in the way, but finally, my time had come. The thing about success is that the road is always under construction. Sometimes we are unsure of how things will turn out but I was finally there. I invited everyone I thought had my back and I begin to feel the absence of some people who I never thought I would have an issue with. Like they say though, elevation brings separation…