The New Life

When I moved to New Zealand in 2012, I moved with no job, no leads, and basically no friends. I took a leap of faith. A month before deportation I finally released the reigns that I was afraid to let go of. I was trying to do everything on my own. I made space for my faith and trust to take a place in my life. Two weeks before I was to be kicked out of the country, I landed a job…after 8 months of searching. Fast forward to now, when I moved to Colorado, I saw some striking similarities. With no job, no decent leads, and only a few friends in the state, I packed up everything I owned. I am happy to say that after spending three and a half months in this state, I have landed a job. And not just any job, but the job that I was hoping to always get!

I told myself months ago that if I hadn’t found a job after tireless searching by the May deadline, I needed to apply to a job that would more than likely hire me. It was a job I’ll allow to be nameless, but it wasn’t entirely exciting work. I would be pushed, stretched, and challenged at this job, but ultimately I didn’t think I would be happy there. May came around, and so did my promise to do what needed to be done. That’s really what it came down to; doing what needed to be done. At the same time that I was applying to said job, another opportunity appeared in the form of my dream job. The Family Center. I have a man by the name of Will Walls to be eternally grateful to for talking me up to his boss. He’s basically the reason I got in the room. These were experienced, funny, devoted, caring people that have worked in this field for years. They enjoyed my resume and wanted to meet up and talk.

Naturally, I set up the meeting but didn’t put too much weight on it due its nature of being a meeting. It wasn’t an interview after all. No pressure. This assumption turned out to be wrong. I drive to The Family Center and wait to be seen. They bring me in and I begin telling them my story. How I came to be in this field, why I do what I do, and my history with youth work. We laughed many times, poking fun at the intricacies of our field. We agreed on the importance of humor in the workplace and stressed the significance of self-care every day after our work was finished. Then…the strangest thing happened at the end of the “meeting,”…..they asked me if I wanted to come work for them because they liked me and thought I’d be a better fit here than at that other place I applied to.

I couldn’t believe it. My brother in law Randy told me that no meeting is ever just “a meeting.” Go in prepared like it’s an interview. They’re always interviewing you. AND HE WAS RIGHT!! Haha. Taken a little aback, I clarified what they meant, and if they were actually hiring me. They laughed and confirmed this was the case. I left The Family Center ten feet tall but stunned at what just happened. If you’re not the praying kind, I’m sorry, but that’s just what I had done a few weeks prior. I asked God to send me someone who would just give me a chance. Someone who would see me for me and not just a resume. Someone that would see that I was worth it. Now I don’t believe God is an all powerful genie, granting our every wish, but I do think that he cares about our happiness while at the same time caring for what is good for us.

As of now, I am training to be a Therapist on staff with The Family Center where they will teach me to become a better professional in my field. I hope to help the people of Colorado, and I know my experiences at The Family Center are going to help with that. There is a lot of hurting here, and this is what I signed up for when I chose to be a Social Worker. Is it easy? Hell no. Is it rewarding? Sometimes. Is it worth it? Always.

With my sister and brother in law moved in, the new job, the new church, and eventually the new apartment, things are looking pretty settled. Colorado has felt like home more and more over the past few weeks, and it doesn’t look like that’s going away anytime soon. It’s time to stop bouncing around. It’s time to take those first steps into the new journey. It’s time.

How Moving my Life to New Zealand for 3 years Changed Me

I came to change New Zealand. After 3 years, New Zealand changed me. Cliche I know, but this ended up being the truth.

This post has been written over the past 18 months. My thoughts, my observations, and my feelings have obviously morphed along the way, but let’s just start at the beginning.

With 50lbs of luggage, a working knowledge of left hand driving, and one solid contact, I packed up what I owned and moved my life to New Zealand. I kissed my parents, hugged my niece, wished my siblings well, and flew. In my luggage was an optimistic, slightly naive, monstrously unrealistic idea that I was going to get a job, in my field, in the first few months. With…one…solid…contact. Yeah. Right. Continue reading “How Moving my Life to New Zealand for 3 years Changed Me”

The Adventures of Booker & Bishop

Hello again. I am writing to let you know that I have written a short story. ANOTHER ONE!! I have really loved writing these stories and I thought I’d share this one with you. This is a long one. Yeah. Still. If you have some time, and like my writing, I would encourage you to check it out. This is like Indiana Jones meets The Hardy Boys. I loved writing the characters and jumping into their world. I drew from my love of this genre in story and in film. So. That’s all. Have fun. Here is an excerpt from the story, but for the full story, click the link below the excerpt.

“Do you have the key with you?”

“Yes we do,” Bishop said without making an indication of its proximity.

“May I see it?”

The two looked at each other hesitantly, but ultimately, this was why they had come to Zurich in the first place. Bishop took the box out of his pocket and handed it to the professor. Griffin took the key to a room in the back of the apartment. He turned on a light connected to a slanted table and began to work. Booker pulled on Bishop’s arm,

“Hey, if those guys find out where this guy lives, and I’m sure they already know, then we may be out of time.” Griffin seemed to have heard them,

“I received that email at work, not from my home address, but yes. We don’t have much time.”

A short time later, Griffin returned from the back room with the key in his open palm,

“Do you know what this is?”

“Are you asking or do you know?” Booker tried to be funny.

Bishop responded to Griffin’s question, “Professor Hyland told us that it was very old and might predate the Greeks.”

Griffin smiled, “He was right…but he was only half right,” Griffin’s eyes widened as he walked to the empty chair. Booker and Bishop followed him. Griffin started up again,

“I have to admit, I have never seen anything like this before. The key is reminiscent of some of the earliest cultures ever documented, and yet it is unique unto itself. It is almost as if culture and civilization’s Genesis were from this very artifact,” Griffin paused to let this sink in, “After some digging and cross-referencing, I noticed the key’s designs were similar to a set of Spanish hieroglyphs found a very long time ago.”

“Professor…” Bishop started

“Stop that, call me Griffin.”

“Sorry. Griffin, the Spanish never had hieroglyphs. What civilization ever existed in that region that used hieroglyphs?”

“Ahh. This is where books are no use to you and where myth plays a very heavy role.”

The Adventures of Booker & Bishop: And THE LOST DOOR

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Writing for Another Part II

So, some of you know that I write. Yeah, I know. Shocker. Most of you know that I like to write different kinds of things, not just blogs. I enjoy branching out creatively and experiencing the joy when writing in an untested medium…at least for myself.

Not many of you know that I write for another blog, called How We Lost the Moon. There, writers, experienced and novice find a voice. You can write whatever you want. If you’ve been wanting to write a short story, but didn’t feel confident publishing it, this site will publish the work and the audience will accept it. It’s a safe place to experiment in your writing. I started writing poetry when I was a teenager, then in college my good friend David started a writing group where we shared our writing. Then I got into blogging and loved that format. HWLTM was the first place that I tried to write a short story. Once I tried it, I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of it. The stories I write are getting longer and longer now, ha. I am a huge advocate for the cathartic release that writing can give a person, and I will always encourage people who are shy about their writing to take a step of faith.

This month on HWLTM, they are running a contest. It’s a Blue Moon Contest. The rules are to write about a famous painting. My piece is called “A Self Portrait in Retrospect,” written on the painting “The Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog,” which happens to be my favorite painting. The rules are also this: Like the post you want to win. The Like button is located at the bottom of the post and is a button with a star in it. Mobile versions of the website might have more trouble, I hear, so sorry.

Thank you for reading my blog and for enjoying what I do here. If you enjoy my post that I mentioned above, keep an eye on the website for a new short story that I will be publishing within a few weeks called, “The Adventures of Booker and Bishop: And The Lost Door.”

Thank You.

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Time of my Life Pt.2

Hey everyone! I’m pleased to be releasing Part 2 of my short story today. Writing short stories is something I’ve only recently started doing, but I enjoy the process. If you like writing, but never tried writing a short story, I recommend it. Diving into a story, making it your own, creating characters, and giving them life is really quite cool.

You can find the story on this site, and this link will take you directly to it. If you missed part one, the link is also there. Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2