Balance.

Smile.
Make a handcrafted gift for a faraway friend.
Dive into your closet to style new outfits out of old clothes.
Make a ridiculously good playlist, then relish in its awesomeness.
Take a killer workout class.
Learn a new skill.
Practice your creativity: writing, crafting, photographing.
Drink a Diet Coke.
Read for pleasure. Or for new ideas.
Do something that reminds you of home.

Whatever it is that makes you happy, take time to inject it into your day. Disclaimer: I'm as guilty of this as anyone. With the NBA season well underway, it's easy for me to get into the daily grind of work, work, and more work.

It seems like whenever life gets busy, excuses creep in and balance slips out. When balance slips out, happiness soon follows.

When I was back in So Dak for a belated Christmas, I had time to step back from the reality of life and finally breathe. During some soul searching, I realized my balance was slowly slipping away and I needed to reclaim it. I needed to identify things that I could feasibly make time for each day and slowly incorporate them back into my routine. Now, after a few weeks of doing this, I've found great success (yes, that's meant to be said in a Borat accent).

Some days, I can only squeeze in a few minutes (funny how a quick trip to Caribou Coffee reminds me of home).
Some days, I can set aside 30 minutes (diving into a new marketing blog? Yes please!)
Some days, I can chunk out a few hours (cue the anger-releasing, sweaty mess known as kickboxing).

Next on the "Happiness To-Do" list? Crafting. With Valentine's Day around the corner, I plan to get my creative juices flowing and create some scrapbook-inspired cards. Pink gingham, red hearts, and one-liners, oh my!

It's easy to get stuck in a rut. We live in a "go, go, go!" world so it's hard to take your foot off the accelerator. But if we don't enjoy the things that make life great, what's the point of each day? So take time each day to do something for you. If you need to, make a list or actually block out time in your schedule. Just do it. You'll thank me for it later. And if what I said doesn't work, I'll drag you with me to Caribou and pay for a Caramel Northern Lite Latte (Moosed, duh) because everyone knows that's basically a smile in a cup. Cheers!

Let the dust settle.

Rewind 6 months.

I’m in Minneapolis. I’m working for the University of Minnesota Athletic Department. I’m loving the vibrant and ever-changing city, my new and old friendships, my closeness to home and the lake cabin, my incredible co-workers , and life in general. Runs around Lake Calhoun and Step classes with Doug, quick trips to see family and friends, Twins games, Happy Hour with co-workers, and busting out some new books fill my weeks. Life is good. Life is really, really good, minus the whole not being “employed for an indefinite amount of time” thing. Details, details.

Fast forward 6 months.

I’m in Charlotte. I’m working for the Charlotte Bobcats. I’m loving the vibrant and ever-changing city, my new and old friendships, my closeness to grad school friends and the beach, my incredible co-workers, and life in general. Runs around Uptown, quick trips to see friends, Bobcats games, girls nights, and busting out some new books fill my weeks. Life is good. Life is really, really good, minus the whole not being “close to family and best friends” thing. Details, details.

It’s funny how life can be so parallel, yet so perpendicular.

To say I’ve had quite the journey would be an understatement. From South Dakota to Nebraska to Alabama back to South Dakota to Virginia to Minnesota to North Carolina, I have become a seasoned vet of the open road. Diet Coke, killer playlists, and phone calls were my saving grace over the thousands of cross-country miles I’ve journeyed (thank you to those that occupied my phone time!) And on every part of my multi-state, various job journey, life has changed in significant ways.

Life in Charlotte has changed in the biggest way. For the first time, I can stand still. Finally.

        

        I have no timeline.

        No expiration date.

        No end of the road.

        And it’s kind of a weird feeling.

It’s nice to finally let the dust settle. 

I've been on a crazy, yet intentional path. Moving and searching…and moving and searching…and moving and searching…and finally landed in the right spot. Each step has taught me more about what I want to do and brought amazing people to the forefront. And at this point, I know it’s right. I’ve found a profession where the areas I love and the areas I excel in have overlapped. I’m able to use my business and marketing mind to put together sales proposals, my extroverted personality to make new connections and manage existing relationships with Bobcats partners, and my creativity to sculpt new client activation ideas. It’s been a long time comin, but ya know what? I’m ready for all that is to come and loving every minute!  

Life can seem uncertain, even if you’re certain you’re supposed to be exactly where you are and are loving what you’re doing.  Do I miss Minneapolis? Absolutely. Every single day. Do I miss being close to family? No doubt about it. But it’s the risks you take and the opportunities you seize that show you what you can truly become. Sometimes it takes a long and winding path for God to show you what’s meant to be. It may not be easy or perfect, but it’s worth it.

So throw some dirt on your trail. Buckle up. Keep journeying to find your destination. And when you finally find it, let the dust settle and enjoy. Truly enjoy.  

Let it fall into place.

It’s totally normal to live in 6 different states, all across the country, in the span of 30 months, right? Well, if you work in the sports industry (or your name is Jill Heuer), it’s an exciting, terrifying, and crazy reality. As many of you know, I recently accepted the position of an Account Manager for Partnership Services for the Charlotte Bobcats. All of the emotions that I’ve so recently felt in my many cross-country moves are beginning to resurface as I look ahead to my next opportunity.  

But my most evident emotion?  Clarity.

It seems like just yesterday that the Corolla and I rolled into Minneapolis, life packed tightly between boxes and bags in the seat behind me. I’d just accepted a position that I knew would progress my career in the exact direction I wanted: from the volleyball/internal side of athletics to the development/external side. Only downside? It had an expiration date. Although I knew my bags would need to be packed again soon, I took the position and knew I'd have to make the most of every opportunity along the way.

One of these opportunities was an immense sports network. Playing host to the Big 4 (NFL, NBA, MLB, and NHL), Minneapolis is a sports mecca and an area I knew I could meet many people that could progress my career. Diving in feet first, I started networking interviews with some people at the Timberwolves and Twins. Through these, I narrowed down an area I knew I wanted to pursue: partnership services. It perfectly combines my strengths and interests: maintaining relationships, implementing a strong marketing/business sense, and coordinating internal operations of the department. Essentially, after the Account Executive makes the sponsorship deal, my job is to fulfill the contract, maintain the relationship, and make sure they renew. 

...No pressure, right?

Not only did I discover this area of interest through my networking interviews, I met integral people in the process. Greg, the head of the Partnership Services department with the Timberwolves, was one of these people. I’d been trying to meet with him since February, but with the crazy schedule of the Wolves/Lynx, it just wasn’t possible. Being the persistent person that I am, I kept contacting him in hopes of getting a response. Finally, at the beginning of August, we set a time to grab coffee and chat more about partnership services.

Boom. The ball was set in motion.

After our hour long chat, Greg noted that it wasn’t likely that the Wolves would be hiring but inquired on other positions I’d seen or applied for. Randomly enough, after weeks of not perusing the job boards, I’d hopped online the night before and searched for partnership services positions. I stumbled upon one with the Bobcats and decided to throw my hat in the ring. I told Greg about that position and in another bizarre twist of fate, he mentioned he had a conference call scheduled with them the next morning. One of their staff members used to work for him, so they keep in close contact. He said he’d mention my name to him and note that I was interested in the position.  I ecstatically accepted his offer to tell the Bobcats about my interest and crossed my fingers for a brilliant outcome.

And brilliant it was.

The next day, the Bobcats asked Greg for my resume. The day after that, they called to schedule a phone interview. A few days after that, my first phone interview happened. And a few days after that, I had my second phone interview. And a few days after that, the final interview was scheduled. One week later, the job was offered and I accepted.

As I slowly began processing what just happened, I realized how perfectly aligned every detail of that process had to be in order for me to get this position. So many events had to fall into place:

From boldly deciding to contact Greg for a networking interview

To us meeting in August instead of February as I’d originally planned

To finding that job on the internet the night before

To him already having a scheduled call with the Bobcats the day after we chatted.

As a person who likes to be in control of things, it’s important for me to notice this. While I exerted the effort that I could (contacting Greg, looking for positions online, etc) it was truly just timing that had to play out for the opportunity to arise.

And the rest is history. Or, I guess more like the beginning.

While I’m not overly anxious to leave family and the city I’ve fallen in love with, I know great things await me in Charlotte; a new city, a new job (without an expiration date), a new group of people I can turn into friends, and a new set of opportunities and challenges. And let’s be honest, getting back to the South doesn’t hurt my level of excitement either. We all know I love a good Southern swoop, saying “y’all”, and the area's general lack of miserable weather.

So it’s yet again time to (literally) buckle up and start another crazy ride. 1200 miles separate me from my next opportunity and I couldn’t be more excited to eliminate those miles (and hopefully get MJ to sign my Space Jam CD). Charlotte, here I come!

Treat yo self.

I can pretty much justify anything. 

It’s both a blessing and a curse. Full disclosure: most of these justifications pertain to traveling, clothing, and shoes. While there are many things I’ve since drawn the line on (as my budget is a little tighter with this new gig), there is one purchase I can simply justify til Kingdom come:

Doug.

No, you didn’t read that wrong. That is, indeed, a man’s name. And no, I didn’t purchase a boyfriend. I did, however, purchase a membership at a gym downtown because of Doug. One of my co-workers, Megan, prompted me to do a free trial week at a gym called “The Firm” because she’d heard they have amazing fitness classes. Anyone that knows me knows how much I love Zumba, so this was an offer I simply couldn’t refuse. So last Tuesday, Megan and I trekked off to Zumba. 60 minutes of hip shaking and profuse sweating later, I knew I’d found my gym.

Megan and I left class, dripping with sweat and smiling from ear to ear. She said, “Well if you loved this, you’ll LOVE Step class with Doug tomorrow.” Although Megan had told me hilarious stories of Doug from previous class sessions, I was still a bit skeptical, as visions of old women wearing sweatbands and holding 2 pound weights danced through my head. Nonetheless, we made the journey to Step class the next day. And the rest, my friends, is history.

My jaw dropped as Doug rolled into class, clad only in a white t-shirt and a black Speedo. To get a grasp on the aura of Doug, think “Richard Simmons’ energy minus the brown curly hair.” Ten minutes into the class, I glanced at Megan with the “Holy smokes, I don’t know if I can last fifty more minutes” face. While I consistently work out, my previous workouts would never have prepared me for the butt kicking Doug threw down on me. After leaving class, we chatted with Doug for awhile about how great the class was and how it was almost certain I’d have to join the gym, despite the outrageous price tag. Simply put: I was hooked.

We continued going to classes throughout the free week. Then, it was decision time: cough up the exorbitant amount of money to work out with Doug and have fabulous Step classes each week or continue on the monotonous pace of workouts at Life Time? After a lot of justifying in my head, I took the plunge. I mean, there are far worse things I can spend money on than amazing workouts that kick my booty, boost my confidence, and put a huge smile on my face, right? And let’s be honest, watching Doug dance around in a Speedo is straight up entertaining. Side note: during an intense portion of class last week, he hollered “YEAH JILL HEUER!” into the microphone. At that moment, I knew I'd made the right decision.

While my father, Mr. Money Sense, is probably thinking I’m insane, I know I made a worthy investment. So often, we get caught up with life, work, and relationships that we don’t take time to do things for ourselves. After our seemingly endless To Do list is nearly complete, we might squeeze in a personal reward. Some might treat themselves to a fun vacation. Some might treat themselves to a day of vegging out. Some might treat themselves to a shopping spree. I’m treating myself to not only a gym membership, but to an inspired attitude and newfound confidence. Take some time to figure out something that will make you truly happy, adjust finances if necessary, and in the words of Aziz Ansari “Treat Yo Self!”

Every mile a memory.

Over the 21 hour journey from Charlottesville, VA to Minneapolis, MN, I had plenty of time to think. Think about life. Think about the new adventure. Think about all that’s led me to this point. Since the thoughts were scattered, from the mindless to the meaningful, I deem it only appropriate they be compiled in a hodgepodge list (and in no particular order). Although it’s a little delayed, I wanted to document the journey. Welcome to the haphazard train of thought known as Jill Heuer’s brain. Enjoy.

The mountains in Virginia and West Virginia are absolutely breathtaking. I wish I’d been there long enough to take a fun backpacking trip to reel in some of the local beauty. My hiking backpack will just have to stay put until a wonderful spring day makes its way to Minnesota and I find some nature trails to explore.

The Corolla has been a trooper. The first trip to Virginia, a long trip to T-Town and back the beginning of January, and finally, the trip back from Virginia. 2800 miles is a lot of miles. Wowzer. I cannot explain how grateful I am for the lack of car troubles during the many, many miles I’ve traveled to and fro.

I absolutely, positively cannot wait to live in the same city as family. I’ve never, in 25 years of existence, lived within the same city bounds as relatives. Growing up, my closest relative was 3 hours away. Now, I have aunts, uncles, and cousins all around! Life is too good.

Living in the same city as the Mall of America (and countless other shopping areas, including a Michael Kors outlet) will be awesome and dangerous all at the same time. Budgeting skills will certainly be a must, although I have a feeling I'll justify nearly every purchase.

What’s worse than driving through the entire state of Iowa from east to west? Driving through at 45mph because of a white out, black ice, snow storm. What a tremendous welcome back to the Midwest. Needless to say, the 3 hour, white knuckled span of snowy disaster was just in preparation for all that is to come.

I absolutely, positively could not live without Diet Coke. I don’t know how people do it.

Starting over is scary. I don’t care who says otherwise. I’m so thankful for my support base of family and friends who have always assured me that everything will work out, even when my confidence waivers. Beyond that, I’m just as thankful for the acquaintances that have popped up and sent me thoughtful messages about the new job and move. It’s funny how even if many years have passed, the spark of friendship has remained. I’ve come to find that everyone comes into your life for a reason, whether it’s for years, months, or days. Each serves a great and meaningful purpose and it’s important. And for that, I’m oh so grateful.

I have the most randomly awesome music taste ever. Okay, maybe not ever, but I consider it to be pretty eclectic. No more apparent is this than when I put the iPod on shuffle for 21 hours. From Jason Aldean to Big Pun to James Taylor, I love 'em all.

This will be the fourth school I've worked at, which means yet another university ID card. I’m starting to feel like they’re Pokeman cards—gotta catch 'em all!

I think I was a truck driver in a previous life. Over the thousands of miles I’ve journeyed alone, I’ve somehow found a way to entertain myself. My recipe for success? Singing my heart out. Oh, and an IV of Diet Coke.

I have the act of packing my car down to a science. On the journey from South Dakota to Virginia, I barely had enough room in the car to breathe. But, from Virginia to Minnesota, the mounds of clothes and shoes only reached headrest heights. Amazing how much easier the drive is when you can see out the back window!

Sorry to all my loves down south, but I am beyond excited to be surrounded by taller people again. I swear, there’s something in the water up there. Time to bust out those 4 inch heels again!

Not only is summer my favorite time of the year, but there’s an additional highlight this year: I’ll live closer than I’ve EVER lived to my lake cabin! No, this isn’t some nasty lake, topped in algae and smelling of dead fish. It’s the clearest lake I’ve ever swam in. Hands down. Swim off the end of the dock twenty feet and you can still see your legs and arms. West McDonald Lake is truly heaven on earth. Just add the pontoon, great friends, a few brews, and some country music and that’s a perfect summer day for me. I can feel the sun beating down on me already!

During the road trip, I got to stop off in Columbus, Ohio to visit a grad school friend. For those of you that know Craig, you’ll understand why the 20 minute detour was imperative. He’s one of the funniest, most spontaneous, and downright goofy (in the best way possible) guys I’ve ever met. Just one more reminder of the amazing people I met in Alabama. Can’t believe such a short time brought so many best friends into my life. I can only imagine the people Minnesota is going to bring my way!

The more I think about my journey, the more I realize that everything happens for a reason. Many people have asked, “Do you wish you would’ve done the Olympic Training Center thing instead of heading to Virginia?” Without batting an eye, I say that Virginia was where I needed to be. Virginia showed me that volleyball operations wasn’t my passion anymore. Equally as important, it put me inside a well-known athletic department that connected me to amazing marketing and development departments. Through volunteering with those departments, it became clear to me that my heart was in the external relations side of the business. While volleyball didn’t pan out like I’d expected, the other benefits were much farther reaching. I will always cheer for Virginia (unless they’re playing Nebraska, Alabama, or Minnesota of course) and be thankful for the great friends and colleagues I gained throughout that experience.

I need to make a new bucket list for the area, as I’ve done in all my previous moves. During my many hours in the car, I couldn’t come up with much: WeFest, go to at least one game for each professional team in Minneapolis, try out snow shoeing/cross country skiing, and don’t develop a Minnesotan accent. Ok, the last one is a bit of a joke. But not really. I will die before I ever say baaaaaayg (bag) or make tapioca pudding.

I wonder if it’s some kind of record to work for 4 BCS schools in 4 years. Big 12, SEC, ACC, and now Big 10. I better hit the Big East next year because Lord knows it may not be around much longer than that.

So there is it. Totally random. Not necessarily inspiring. But I felt like I had to jot these down for future reference. I’ve had my fair share of road trips, yet they never get old. Probably a good thing I feel that way, since I’m sure I’ll have many more up ahead of me. It’s cliché, but I thought of the Dierks Bentley song “Every Mile a Memory.” From undergrad to grad to post grad, I’ve had so many trips that have driven me through nearly every state north, south, and east of South Dakota. And with each, another set of memories is made. Can’t wait to see what the next set of pavement brings my way. Oh, and GO GOPHERS!

Find your intersection point.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012:

6am: Departure from Sioux Falls Airport

7am-8pm: Experience travel nightmare

8:30pm: Arrive at apartment in Charlottesville, sans baggage

To say yesterday was a travel disaster may be an understatement. Running on 3 hours of sleep and traveling for 15 hours wasn't exactly the way I wanted to enter back into reality, especially after coming off a refreshing and much-needed vacation back to good ol' South Dakoooooota. While the details of the day seem to blur in my mind, there was one thing that stood out: Dan. No, I didn't meet the man of my dreams on the airplane and fall in love. That would be a fun story though, wouldn't it?

Anyways, Dan and I both missed our connection from Philadelphia to Charlottesville thanks to the wonderful people of US Airways and Chicago O’Hare (insert sarcastic comment here). So, they plopped us on the next flight to Charlotte, which then connected to another flight to Charlottesville. After leaving the re-ticketing area, Dan and I parted ways, assuming I’d see him hours later in the gate area. As luck would have it, we almost literally ran into each other 15 minutes later in another terminal. After a few minutes of moaning and groaning about our flight misfortune, Dan mentioned going to grab a beer before the flight. Being the kind person I am, I volunteered to join him. I mean, I didn't want him to have to drink alone at 2pm on a Tuesday. And let’s be honest, the thought of a Blue Moon was just too good to pass up.

While sipping on our beers, we did the casual conversation thing, both sharing why we were heading to Charlottesville. He was heading to UVa for a medical school interview, so I gave him the inside scoop on the town, people, university, etc. When he asked why I was heading to Cville, I chuckled, not exactly knowing what to say.

I wasn’t heading to Charlottesville for a job anymore. What WAS I going back for? For those that don’t know, my position as Technical Coordinator for UVa Volleyball recently ended due to the resignation of the head coach. 

As I stumbled to find an answer to Dan's question, my optimism took over and I came up with this: “Well, my job recently ended so I’m heading back to rack up volunteer experience in departments I’m more interested in…it’s been GREAT so far!” Since October, I’ve been working with both athletic marketing and development to explore a potential career change. I knew working with volleyball wasn’t my passion anymore, so dabbling outside of the area was an essential move to figure out the next step.

And it totally paid off.

My experience with development has shown me my next career move, which is both exciting and terrifying! Finding where your strengths and passions intersect is crucial, and that’s what volunteering in development did for me. I also did multiple information interviews with development professionals and soaked up tons of information about the UVa development department and its initiatives. When searching for a new path, it’s easy to think a career is a good fit just by hearing about it, but until you do the research and spend hands-on time working there, it’s difficult to have a true basis for that decision. As I’ve learned, it’s definitely a “trial and error” type of thing.

As our conversation progressed, Dan asked more questions and I babbled on about the craziness that is about to happen in the next few months. Yet, I never felt my optimism waiver. Although I’m about to embark on a new adventure, having to start at the bottom yet again, I feel confident in the direction I’m going. My experience with volleyball at UVa showed me something big: Sometimes it’s more important to figure out what you DON’T want to do, rather than what you WANT to do.

As the conversation about my career and future trailed off, he noted my optimism and said something that really resonated with me:

Optimism comes from confidence.

I’d never really thought of those two being interrelated. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. After deciding volleyball operations wasn’t as fulfilling as it once was, I began a meaningful journey of questioning “What do I love to do? What are my strengths? Where do those intersect?” When I figured out that the intersection point was in development, I had confidence to pursue a new career that was a better fit for me. Because of that confidence, I’m optimistic that my steadfastness and strong background will provide an opportunity soon. In the meantime, I can enjoy the paid vacation and be thankful for the extra time to scour job boards, network my behind off, and make the most baller resume and cover letters known to mankind. (Okay, that last part may be a bit of an exaggeration, but that’s just my confidence and optimism shining through.)

So I encourage you to explore. Spend meaningful time questioning where your intersection point is. If the craziness of the past few years has shown me anything, it’s that it’s never too late to try something new. Life is too short to be unhappy. Be confident to push the boundaries and optimism will follow.

Create your own opportunities.

Sometimes life is like "Groundhog Day." No, not the day in February that's focused around Punxsutawney Phil, who may or may not see his shadow, which arbitrarily shows a prediction on winter's end. I'm talking about the 1993 Bill Murray movie where he finds himself living the same day over and over again. He wakes up to his alarm, goes to work, and carries on his daily activities. By movie’s end, he realizes he's doomed to stay in this monotonous lifestyle unless he makes a change.

Well, sometimes I am Bill Murray. I get so easily caught up in the daily routine that I forget to mix it up. I forget to interject the “fun” things because the “required” things can seem overwhelming. Now that we are starting to get “big kid” jobs, our responsibilities are growing and our timetables are seemingly shrinking.

But they don’t have to.

To get out of Bill Murray mode, I’ve started to create some new opportunities for myself. I’m easily restless, so this idea of having downtime in the evenings is somewhat frightening. Lack of cable tv has also spurred me to be creative with my extra time.

First on the agenda? Beef up the resume.

Let’s face it: even when we have jobs, we’re always peeking over our shoulders for other opportunities. It’s hard to find a 20-something that knows exactly what they want to do or is already doing it. I’m fortunate to be inside athletics, so I’ve been making connections with our Marketing and Development departments, two areas I’m very interested in career-wise. I sent an email to Marketing and poof! One week later, they set up a time to meet with and discuss opportunities for me. Since the beginning of last month, I’ve been volunteering a few hours a week in their office. Now that Men’s and Women’s Basketball is starting up, I’ve started volunteering at games whenever I’m not busy with volleyball. It’s fun to be behind the scenes of such an intricate production. And let’s be honest: shooting the t-shirt gun is legit.

Next on the agenda? Explore the city.

From what I’ve heard and seen, the city of Charlottesville is rich in entertainment, unique dining experiences, and a plethora of outdoor activities. Wineries pop up nearly everywhere and there’s a feeling of progressiveness that is often absent in smaller cities. Aside from the outer beauty (hello beautiful autumn colors!) there’s a beauty about the city in its quaint, historic livelihood. Now that volleyball season is winding down, I’m excited to see what this place is all about! And of course, visitors are always welcome to come explore with me!

Other activities? Card making.

While I’ve always loved to scrapbook and explore the little bit of creativity I feel that I possess, I wanted to find a craft that was less time consuming and relatively inexpensive. The solution? Homemade cards. My first endeavor was on Valentine’s Day last year, where I spent two days creating scrapbook-like cards, some adorned with photos, and sent them to friends around the country. Not only did it help me exercise my creativity, but helped me put smiles on friends’ faces. And who doesn’t love getting mail, right?! So be on the look out. A homemade card may be heading your way! Note: if I don’t have your current address, please send it to me!

So I guess that was a roundabout way of giving a life update with hopefully a dash of encouragement! When I had endless amounts of time back at the beginning of 2010 (chunk of time post-graduation and pre-Alabama), my friend Rebecca encouraged me to use that time to do things I normally didn’t have time for. That was when this blog was created. While I haven’t been faithful in keeping up with it, I hope this new sense of adventure will spur me into actively pursuing the checklist above and documenting it all here. Finding these little activities have kept life from entering Bill Murray mode. It’s so easy to waste each day, focusing solely on jobs and other daily important tasks so it’s time to nix the monotony and create some new opportunities!