Some Catch-Up and a Dose of Real Talk

As Monday rolls to a close, I am hoping that yours was relaxing and beautiful! Before I jump into the meat of this post, I have some blog-housekeeping updates that I wanted to be sure that I pointed out! Not only did I clean up the blog itself, I revamped my About Me page. I've always been dissatisfied with it, but felt stuck as to how to change it up. Then I happened upon an article that answered a lot of my questions and, well, the rest is history. I've added new social media icons for your convenience. I know some readers don't have blogs and it may be easier to follow on Twitter or Facebook.

I've been following along with the Blog Every Day in May challenge over on Story of My Life. I missed yesterday's challenge, which was to list and describe five of your favorite blogs. Over the weekend I created a page where you can see the blogs I read, which can be found here. I don't know about you, but I love finding new blogs and I especially like seeing who my favorite bloggers read. So let's keep that love going!

This is my "anxious" expression. I start twisting a piece of hair around my fingers and adopt a "pensive" demeanor.

Today's challenge is to get real and talk about something that you are struggling with. To be honest, there's quite a few things I have had to confront and deal with these days. I struggle with saying no to chocolate. I struggle with waking up before 9 a.m. And I can never walk away from a Sex in the City marathon...

But let's be real. I'm graduating in a week and I am so excited and relieved to be finished with that part of my life. But two days after graduation, I immediately dive into an industry that I know very little about: the financial industry. I am so blessed to have found a full-time, salaried job straight out of college, but it's an unknown for me; I am no longer anchored in the harbor of "college life."

I got married a year and a half ago, so I have already grown accustomed to living as an independent adult, but this new opportunity has me a little weak in the knees. What if I fail? What if the corporate work-place isn't for me? What if... what if... what if...?

Last night, my hubby could tell that I was not quite myself. I expressed my fears and doubts in much more length than I have here and he listened patiently. He reminded me of the blessing that is this job and told me that even if by some unforeseen chance it doesn't work out, that I am not going to be a failure. He acknowledged my reasons for being anxious, because the unknown, newness, and change are always unsettling. "I have faith in you" he said to me, "and I will always love you." 

While my anxiety is still present, it's another comfort to have a companion who understands and just pulls you into a loving hug (as he did after our talk). I'm thankful he's by my side. I would be a mess if I had to go it alone. All I can do is continue to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward; take one moment, one day at a time, instead of being so caught up with anxiety that suddenly it's upon you. It's easier that way.