vidaliagrl6
Posted : 3/4/2010 2:30:09 PM
Hang in there! I'm only 25, but I've felt the same way many times. I call is PPD or Pity Party Day. =-) You wouldn't be human if you didn't get sad every now and then.
I started college Pre-Med and after a year I quickly swtiched over to Criminal Justice. I basically went through the list of majors offered by the college and picked the easiest one (for me).
After graduating college I stayed in Columbus, Ga where I went to school, it was 3 hours from home and I thought that was awesome. I worked a few odd jobs here and there and took each opportunity as a learning experience. In Feb. 2008 I was offered my dream job. I worked as a stable hand at a very nice barn only 20 minutes away. I was in heaven!! I was able to work around amazing horses, and had the opportunity to watch former olympians ride at the horse trials we hosted. Even though I was scooping poop and sweating buckets, I was happy!
However, after only a few months I started catching hell from my family and friends because I didn't have a 'real job.' It was hard to not have their support, but I always knew I was doing what I love. After only a year at the barn I had to leave because the paychecks were bouncing and the atmosphere at the barn made it a very unpleasant place to work. Not to mention that my then boyfriend and I were having major problems. I only had one option and that was to pack up and move home. So I broke up with the boyfriend, packed up myself, bulldog and pony and moved back home.
I was devastated. Here I was a college graduate, two years out of college and no "real" work experience to put on a resume. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself, but then I realized that even though I may not be happy where I am, I have to make the best of it. I got a job as a Juvenile Probation Officer and I was finally able to move out of my parents house. Did I mention how hard it is to move back into your parents house after living on your own for five years? Oh the fun!! haha
I board my pony in the next town over and I get to see her more now than I ever have before and was given a 4 year old Gelding to train. On New Years Eve 2009 I had to make the decision to put down my new horse for colic. For me, it was the hardest decision I have ever had to make. Even though my family was there supporting me, I felt so alone because all my friends live out of town. I took peace in knowing that I made the right decision for him, even though it was not what I wanted to happen.
There isn't a day that goes by that I do not daydream about winning the lottery and opening my own barn. I know only horse people can understand how scooping poop can be a dream job, but right now I have to think about the bills and my future.
I guess the whole point of my long winded story is that you have to learn to be happy with yourself, no matter what life throws at you. I never in a million years dreamed I would be living in podunk Vidalia working as a Juvenile Probation Officer, but I know that God has a plan laid out for me.
It has taken a long time for me to stop being so stubborn and realize that God truly knows best. Take each day as a chance to learn and grow and before you know it, you will be happy again!
An amazing priest once told me. "No matter what happens, always say, 'Oh well, I still have Jesus."' Truer words have never been spoken. =-)