It is the end of my first week, and I'm still spending Saturday researching and writing notes from the last few days of work. It is full-on. Intense. I have missed class every day except Monday, and I'm not sure how I'll ever fit Khmer study in. Meeting clients, addressing issues, getting to know staff, several coffees a day, learning how to drive to work....
And yet, I've never felt so much like I'm doing work I'm made for in my life. I love it. This is what I have wanted to and have had in my heart for so long. It's amazing. How did I get here? Oh God...what a ridiculously elaborate round-a-bout trip to this moment.
My heart is full. Head swimming a bit, but heart full.
And yet, I've never felt so much like I'm doing work I'm made for in my life. I love it. This is what I have wanted to and have had in my heart for so long. It's amazing. How did I get here? Oh God...what a ridiculously elaborate round-a-bout trip to this moment.
My heart is full. Head swimming a bit, but heart full.
That is awesome to hear. Lifting you up friend.
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