The month of June, normally a glorious month (because it's a summer month!) will be one of the most trying months of my life. We shall start with June 1. On June first, after swim practice, I had training for a new exercise teaching position I decided to take on. When I first became a group exercise instructor four years ago I swore to myself, never, ever would I teach Kickboxing, Step, Zumba or anything else that involves rhythm. I have no rhythm. Girl can't dance even after taking dance for 10 years, ok? It's never going to happen.
     Well, I started this extra job and they need a kickboxing person. They assured me I can do it and they'll have someone work with me. Ok. I'll give it a try. The girl who worked with me was so wonderful and nice and encouraging I actually feel I could survive teaching this kind of class. So Friday, June 1, not a bad day, just hours and hours of kickboxing. That night then was ladies' night (a potluck some friends and I do) and then my roommate Laura had her last night in Omaha. This was sad and fun as we all got together and worried about what our futures will bring. Most of us are slightly without direction and not really where we thought we'd be at this point in our lives, so I drew this picture on a napkin at the bar to assure everyone that we'll all be ok:

I really believe anything and everything can be fun and worth doing if you're with the right people. Life is about who you spend it with, not what you do. 

     Saturday, I had my training to lifeguard for the Olympic Swim Trials then I drove home to Norfolk and had a bridal shower and bachelorette party for my best friend growing up. It was so much fun seeing girls from high school! The next morning my mom and I cleaned house, because she is trying to move and then I had to drive back to Omaha.

     This week I move in my friend Kerry's house while also lifeguarding for the Swimvitational, the pre-meet before the trials. I'll move all of my stuff to Kerry's basement Friday, then live at my aunt's house out of a suitcase until Thursday, June 14 at which time I will go to Los Angeles until the 24th for school. While in Los Angeles, I'll be in workshops, conferences and lectures from 9am until 8pm every day for 10 days. When I get home, on top of teaching all of my classes and working my normal job, I will also be lifeguarding 8 hours a day for the Olympic Swim Trials from June 25-June 29. On June 30, I'll go home for my friend's wedding that I am in and then come straight back to Omaha the next day to finish out the swim trials until July 2. 

     Come July 3, if I survive, I am headed out to my family's cabin to do nothing but nap in the sun and recover from the entire month of June. 

     While cleaning out the last few things I still have at my mom's house, we went through boxes of my writing kindergarten to my senior year of high school. I found so many wonderful treasures, however, two particularly apply to this post. 

     The first is from my 6th grade graduation bulletin. Each student in my class graduating from 6th grade at Westside Elementary School in Norfolk, Nebraska had a little diddy about them in the bulletin, our name, our hobbies, what we wanted to be remembered for, stuff like that. For the section that said where will you be in 10 years all I wrote was: I hope to have a high paying job. My first problem with that is how sad that at age 12 I was only concerned with making money not actually enjoying my job. I think maybe I was still counting on my owl being lost in the mail, and that I really wouldn't need a Muggle job because I was going to Hogwarts. My second problem with that is that 10 years from then would put me at 22. I have an crazy awesome job that definitely pays the bills just fine, however, I don't know any 22 year olds with a "high paying job" most aren't even out of college yet. Disillusioned. 

     The second piece of writing was from Junior High, 8th grade. We had to do some "Zoom into the Future" thing and, among other things, I thought that at age 24 I'd be putting in to adopt my first of four children, because I knew the adoption process was lengthy and if I put in at age 24, I'd probably get a baby at age 26, a great time to start a family. I will be 24 in just over two months. I will not be putting in to adopt a child. I'm single, about to be homeless and still on my dad's insurance. Basically, my goals right now at age 23 are to survive the month of June. I also no longer think 26 is a great age to start a family. Maybe 30...oooor maybe 35. 

     Anyway, now that I have reached these times of "10 years from now," I think I need to write a new one. In ten years, I'd like to be married and have a job that pays well and I love, but mostly I think all I need in life is good company, good food, good stories and naps on the beach. Lots of naps and reading on the beach. And a big sweetie dog.