So this is where it all started. This is probably my favorite pictures of me as a baby, my sleeper in unbuttoned like Elvis, and everything about my face is saying "huh?"
Taking Back Alaska
Bear watching/clam digging in Alaska I came to Salt Lake at the tail end of the worst 6 months of my life. After a huge disappointment in the love department I managed to still attend enough classes and beg for enough extra time to finish enough final papers to graduate with my masters degree. For months after I felt the pressure and feelings of failure of not being able to find a job. I separated my shoulder and so I was not able to run or hike or bike or play frisbee or even swim...basically everything that keeps me happy, healthy, and connected. I tried to deal with it...and by that I mean I watched every episode of Parks and Recreation. I spent hours applying for jobs and more hours sitting in parks reading, hoping no one could tell how pathetic I felt. I did the mind-numbing walk/run up and down 'the Y' over and over because it was the only thing I could do with my injury that was challenging but safe. I was offered a job in St. George. I asked for a day to think
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