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!

Gather no moss.

“Please list all states you’ve resided in over the past 5 years.” Until I had to fill out a background check for my new job, I hadn’t realized how many different states I’ve recently called “home.” I left Nebraska in March 2010 to head back to South Dakota for a few months until my new gig in Alabama began the end of July. This past August, I again packed up, left Alabama for South Dakota, and awaited the next adventure. Instead of heading west to an internship in Colorado as planned, a job presented itself in Virginia; I applied, accepted, and now I call that my home.

4 states. 2 time zones. 3600 total miles. All in an 18 month timespan.

The word “whirlwind” is truly the only word that comes to mind when I think about my post-graduation journey. When I look back over the past 18 months, it’s hard to recall all of the experiences, trials, friendships, tears, and smiles that have impacted my life. Each seems so distant, yet so relevant.

When I worked for Nebraska Volleyball, I remember seeing a plaque in Coach Stemke’s office that struck a chord with me. “Nobody said it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.” That quote has stuck with me and has become especially applicable during this new beginning. Beginnings are scary, and anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is lying.

A new city, a new job, a new culture, a new way of life, and a new set of relationships to develop.

So here I am, starting over yet again. I remember this feeling all too well, say, like, 14 months ago when I moved to Alabama. That beginning wasn’t easy. Okay, that’s an understatement; it was straight up terrifying. I’d left my family in South Dakota, my best friends in Nebraska, and essentially every bit of familiarity I’d ever known. When I first arrived in Tuscaloosa, I felt lost amongst a sea of crimson clad Southerners, some with drawls that needed subtitles to be understood. It was a whole new culture, full of “yalls”, down home cookin, and of course, an undying devotion to the University of Alabama. After the initial shock wore off and I got settled in with my job and friends, my time in Tuscaloosa was undoubtedly some of the best and most memorable 14 months of my life. Football games, margarita nights at El Rincon, beach trips, sushi at Bento, New Orleans adventures, watching a community’s strength after a catastrophic natural disaster, and some of my strongest friendships have now replaced those initial feelings of uncertainty and loneliness that I first felt upon my arrival to T-Town.

Soon, the same will happen for me in Charlottesville. Like the quote said, it may not always be easy, but it will be worth it. I’ve already gained a lot of experience in the technical and computer aspect of scouting and stating volleyball. I’ve met a few friends. I’ve explored the city during the little bit of free time I’ve had. I’ve, again, tested my resiliency during a major change.

The word "change" used to terrify me. Well, it still makes me a little uneasy I guess. But when it's thrown in your face, you can either freak out or adapt. I've decided to choose the latter. If change never occurred, the same routine would stay in place. No new experiences or skills would be gained. No boundaries would be tested. No new relationships would be forged. So I guess change isn't so bad after all.

The other day during a discussion with a co-worker, I randomly spouted out the quote,"A rolling stone gathers no moss." Well, I guess I’m kinda like that stone. And I will continue to be for awhile, bouncing from job to job, seizing every opportunity to make my way up the ladder. While it may not be the most linear or conventional route, it’s the normal career path of anyone in college athletics. So until I get to a place to stand still for awhile, I’ll continue to gain important life experiences, relish each new beginning, and gather no moss.

Go with your gut.

No, I don’t mean that area that bulges oh so slightly over the front of your pants from having one too many beers in college. I’m talking about that instinct, that feeling drawing you one way or another. That thought you simply can’t shake, no matter how hard you try.

Well, I just followed my gut.

Some people have asked the details of the recent journey, aka “I thought you were in Colorado. Why are you in Virginia?” Well, here’s the scoop:

Last Friday, September 2, I got a text from Lee Maes, the head volleyball coach at the University of Virginia. Coach Maes was an assistant coach at Nebraska when I was a student assistant, so I worked really closely with him on recruiting and other day to day jobs. In the text, he mentioned a brand new position they’d just gotten funding for that day and wanted to know if I was interested.

Boom. Jaw hit the floor. A freight train of emotions ran at me.

I’d been talking with Lee about potential jobs ever since I graduated from Nebraska. The thought of cracking into volleyball full time has always been a dream. He mentioned I was his first inquiry and thought I would be a great fit for the job. While I was flattered that he thought of me, I was supposed to leave on Monday for my internship at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. Impulsively, I thanked him for the offer, then informed him of my plan to head westward. After all, my car was literally packed and sitting outside of Brittani and Kelli’s apartment in Lincoln, ready to depart in just a few short days. I couldn’t possibly do this….or could I?!

After seeing my jaw drop and the look of absolute shock span across my face, the girls inquired about what the mysterious text said. I stammered out a few words, still in disbelief. I told them of the opportunity and they then prompted me to ask Lee further questions. With every response from him, my gut kept pulling me towards the position. He said he would get ahold of me on Sunday, talk more logistics, and go from there.

Holy smokes. Life just became an absolute whirlwind of decisions.

Sunday rolled around and I anxiously awaited Lee’s phone call. After a quick debriefing of the job, I couldn’t help but know this was the right path for me. The main job duties were to break down film and scout opponents using volleyball software. In the spring, they would aid with administrative duties as well as recruiting. Since the position is new, there are only full time duties in the fall and will eventually transition into a full Director of Operations/Technical Coordinator position.

Knowing all of this, I knew I had to make the call to my boss at the Olympic Training Center…you know, the job I was supposed to leave for the next day. After talking with her, she urged me to pursue the job at Virginia over the Olympic internship. With the way the economy is, opportunities like this rarely come around, especially ones that don't have an end date (SO APPEALING!) I readily agreed, and threw my name in my hat for the job at UVa. I did an interview with the assistants on Monday morning, then instead of heading out to Colorado Springs as originally planned, I headed north to Sioux Falls to wait out UVa’s decision. Time stood still for three days. UVa had to do a few more interviews for the position, so every day I nervously stared at my phone, hoping it would ring with good news. Thursday night around 9:30, I got the phone call from Lee offering me the job! I literally shrieked with excitement, shed a few tears, and sprinted out of my room to find my parents to give them the world’s biggest hug. They have been so supportive and backed whichever decision I made.

After all the exciting phone calls, texts, and Facebook messages, the panic set in. I was really doing this. I was going to leave the next day, drive 22 hours to a city I’d never seen, arrive without a permanent place to live, and start work that Monday.

Deep breath.

The repacking frenzy began, adding all the stuff I needed for “indefinitely” and I again, loaded up the Corolla for my adventure. I set out on Friday, stopped in Kansas City to stay with Kate, then headed to Louisville on Saturday, with my final arrival to Charlottesville being around 9:30 on Sunday night! I am staying with Lee temporarily until I find a place and had my first day today! It’s going to be a learning curve, but I know I made the right choice. My heart is in college athletics, especially volleyball. The excitement I got from Lee’s initial text was much greater than anything I felt about my opportunity in Colorado Springs. While that would’ve been a fantastic experience, I followed my gut and somehow landed in Charlottesville, VA.

So there’s the scoop! For the first time in my life, I won’t be sporting a shade of red. Instead, the closet will be plumb full of navy and orange. While I never thought I’d wear those colors (BOO AUBURN) I am so excited for my new journey and can’t wait to soak up new experiences. It’s funny the way things work out. God always has a plan, whether it’s revealed now or later. I took a chance, followed my gut, and ended up in Virginia. All I know is I have already found happiness in this new adventure and can’t wait to see what tomorrow and every day after that brings. Oh yeah, and GO HOOS!

Holy life changes, Batman!

Trips. Tornadoes. Tearful goodbyes. Turning points.

The past few months have been nothing short of a whirlwind! Finding a place to begin may be a task. But I'll take advice from Sound of Music, and start from the very beginning since that's a very good place to start.

Last post was the very beginning of February so I'll pick up from there. About a month after that post, two girl friends (Laura and Alyson) and I had the brilliant idea to venture to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was a bucket list item for me, so naturally I led the charge! We loaded up into Alyson's car and ventured to The Big Easy for what was potentially one of the

most eventful weekends of my life. We stayed with my friend, Brian, and quickly learned the lesson of "always bring a spare key in case you get separated." Needless to say, we got separated from Brian, his phone had died, and we were essentially homeless from about midnight to 5 am the first night. A few failed hotel attempts (no vacancy during Mardi Gras) and a Facebook status update later, we found ourselves on the floor of a hotel in the West Bank thanks to one of my friends (a KD at Birmingham Southern!) who happened to be in New Orleans that weekend and saw my status update. Trust me, this evening could have an entire post devoted to it, but let's just says "All's well that ends well." The weekend continued with outrageous parades, endless amounts of beads (obtained WITHOUT flashing, mind you), Bourbon Street, Hurricanes, and hilarious memories. What a trip.

Fast forward a few weeks and I found myself on an impromptu trip to Gulf Shores, AL for Spring Break. Yes, I'm 24 years old and still get a Spring Break (one benefit of being a grad student/working for an athletic department). At around midnight on a Sunday, my friend and I packed up his truck and headed to the land of white sand and stark blue waters.

About five hours later, we were in paradise. The highway that takes you into Gulf Shores literally ends at the ocean. So upon arrival, we hopped out of the car and I ran to put my feet into some of the softest, purest sand I'd ever seen. The next few days, we spent our time eating amazing seafood (I think I had shrimp for nearly every meal), frequenting The Hangout and Flora Bama, listening to live music, and enjoying the tranquility of a "private" beach. To say my first trip to the gulf was amazing would be an understatement. I don't care what anybody says, you will never beat the beaches and water of the gulf.

From an ultimate high to the lowest of lows, the next month brought tragedy to T-Town and the rest of Alabama. April 27 will always be remembered as the day the EF 4 (or 5 depending on reports) tornado tore through our town. We'd had tornado sirens a few times during previous weeks, so this seemed like any other storm. I heard the sirens and continued shopping, blowing the warning off as I'd done so many times before. My friend, Laura, texted me and said she was getting nervous and we should head to get shelter. I, again, didn't take it seriously and almost declined her invitation. When another friend texted me and said "Get to shelter. It's headed to campus" I knew things were about to get bad. I live right across the street from campus so my apartment was potentially in the direct path of destruction. Laura and I headed to Foster Auditorium (my work place) and waited for the storm to pass. Cops were driving around with

sirens blaring, the sky was a dark grey haze, and the winds started to pick up. The assistant volleyball coach, Ryan, coaxed us to come out of the basement as he saw the tornado off in the distance. When I could see the debris swirling around in a circular motion, moving at such a rapid speed, I sprinted back downstairs with my heart racing. Ryan continued to watch and again, called us up to watch when the tornado had turned to the east of campus. Watching it continue on its path of destruction, barely missing campus, was an incredible and emotional sight. We headed back to my apartment, not having a clue as to the damage that had just occurred mere blocks away. Luckily, my apartment and car had no damage. A little while later, we headed to Ryan's house to survey the damage. Merely one mile from my apartment was unrecognizable. Power line wires everywhere, cars flipped in the middle of the street, houses that were now piles of rubble, and people wandering around with what few belongings they could scrounge up. We wandered around aimlessly, having no sense of direction due to lack of street signs or familiar landmarks. Streets that were lined with major businesses, houses, and forests of trees were now leveled. You don't think of a tornado hitting populated business areas, but it ripped through the busiest intersection of the city. 15th Street, one of the main streets in T-Town and one that I drive daily, is now completely barren for about a mile. It looks like an atomic bomb hit that section, then after you pass through it, it's as if nothing ever happened. Nearly two months after the tragedy, the damage is still unreal. A diagonal line of destruction was drawn through the city, but the amount of hope and love I've seen has been unreal. These people treasure T-Town and are doing everything possible to make things "normal" again. I've never seen love in action the way I have during the past few weeks. T-Town Never Down.

Post tornado, classes and finals were cancelled and we were asked to leave T-Town if possible so we wouldn't diminish the resources. Alyson and I had already planned a trip

to New Orleans for Jazz Fest, so we loaded up the car and headed to a sense of normalcy. We stayed with Brian again, and yes, we grabbed the spare key. Jazz Fest was incredible, and we got to see Mumford & Sons. They're incredible--check them out! From there, my family flew me back to South Dakota for around 10 days, as we weren't sure when I'd have power, etc. That was when the tornado truly sunk in. For the first time, I was able to see videos, pictures, and news casts of what just happened to my city. To say it felt surreal is an understatement. But being surrounded by family and friends made life seem normal again.

Heading back to T-Town was an unreal experience. Driving down 15th Street for the first time since the tornado struck was indescribable. Some of my friends' houses were demolished. Some of them moved home instead of sticking around T-Town during their post graduation job search. "Unfinished" is the only way to describe the end of my first year of grad school. We all kinda scattered and had a random assortment of passing goodbyes before friends started their real jobs. I've been so blessed with an amazing group of grad school friends, so it's been hard not having them in town anymore. On the optimistic side, with most of them gone or moving soon, it may make August a little easier when I have to leave the city I've come to love.

Wait, leaving the city? Yes, you heard me right. A few days after graduation in August, I'm again packing up and moving on. Destination: Colorado Springs! I got an internship with the Olympic Training Center from August until December. The Director of the Training Center was one of our professors via Skype this semester and a longtime friend of the Sport Management program. I've gotten to know her very well and mentioned an interest in being her intern. While on our trip to Colorado Springs for class (yes, we took a class trip to Dallas and Colorado Springs, be jealous) she briefed me on some job duties. Basically, I'll be doing a lot of administrative work, from setting logistics for incoming teams to reports to event logistics. I'll live at the Training Center and eat meals across from Olympians. Sounds like a pretty legit gig, ey? With the 2012 Olympics coming up this summer in London, it will be a really exciting time to be there! Lord knows where I'll end up come December, but I'm just taking it a day at a time and loving the freedom this summer has granted me.

Whew, now there's a massive recap. New Orleans x 2. Natural disaster tornado. Quick trip home. Accepted a ridiculously cool internship. And all the gaps between have been filled with pool time, concerts, and volleyball camps. Livin the dream.

Girls Night: T-Town

"What is the definition of a good wine? It should start and end with a smile."

Wine, smiles, laughs, snipes, and creeps. That's what my Tuesday night consisted of. (Don't worry if you don't understand the last 2 items...they will be explained later.) Us girls gathered for a little vino following an excellent sushi dinner in celebration of Jessika's birthday. In short: Sushi + wine + girl friends = medicine for the soul.

We all brought different wines, from Cabernet Sauvignon to Moscato to some nasty blueberry wine that Hannah decided looked delicious, and sipped from the adorable wine glasses Jessika had (I would expect nothing less from my favorite Southern Belle!) Most of the conversation revolved around the opposite sex, as expected of a girls night. Then, the creeping began. Yes, you know what that means: Facebook. I thought I was fairly good at this art, but Hannah and Jessika took it to a new level. And not just Facebook. These girls should be private investigators. I'm sure they'd be available for hire upon request.

Hilarity ensued. Wine flowed. Friendships strengthened.

As we crept and sniped (the new term we use when people annoy us), all I could do was smile and be thankful for the new girl friends God put in my life. Jessika decided we are the Sex and the City crew of T-Town. No roles were assigned, although I busted out a Carrie Bradshaw when during a creep, I quoted, "Oh my gosh he's online! Can he see me?!" When they laughed without me having to explain the quote, I knew the night couldn't get much better and that I'd found some great friends.

Then, I thought back on other wine nights with the Shewolves and again, smiled.

Rewind 12 months.

Kate and I sat in our apartment in Lincoln, basically unemployed, waiting for our next big journey. Soon she'd be off to Cali and I'd be off to the dirty dirty. So what did we do? We studied for our "Wines, Vines, and You" class the best way we knew how. We'd sip some wine and dance around our living room, while jamming to music videos (mainly "Shewolf") and busting out interpretive dances.

Yes, I know you can picture me dancing like a fool. And yes, I know you're impressed.

Now this dancing progressed. We got the magical idea to incorporate these interpretive dance moves into our DVR'd Jazzercise episodes. So "studying" quickly turned into a dance party at Northbrook apartments. I know our neighbors were jealous of our fun. Well, maybe all except the ones that lived below us. Sorry I'm not sorry.

While I'm not encouraging excessive consumption of wine/booze, I'm encouraging fun wine nights or movie nights with the people that mean most. When I left the Shewolves, I knew it would take awhile to find my good girl friends down here. Thankfully, the process hasn't taken too long. I'm so thankful for the amazing friend circles I've been a part of, from Sioux Falls to Lincoln to T-Town.

So make time to sip, smile, laugh, snipe and creep. And obviously, bust out some killer dance moves in the process.

Trust.

“The world is too big to never ask why.” – “Lifeline” Mat Kearney

Grey area. We don’t like it. We seek to eliminate it, searching for clarity in our lives. We like situations and relationships to be black and white. When they are, we feel balanced. Life seems to make more sense when we understand why things happen the way they do.

I find myself trying to eliminate the grey area all the time. Analyzing and overanalyzing things to make sense of situations that may never be cut and dry. The wheels in my brain entertain all possibilities, hopping from one scenario to another, with a mission to eliminate the grey.

But why? Why do I need to understand it all? Is there always an answer?

Sometimes, there’s not. Sometimes it’s just easier to let it be. Don’t get me wrong, asking “why?” can be invaluable. It keeps us searching for knowledge. It keeps us from becoming complacent. It helps us find better ways of doing things.

But sometimes, I just need to accept uncertainty. I’m a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason.” So, maybe asking “why?” isn’t necessary all the time. Maybe the answer will reveal itself down the road. For this reason, I’m challenging myself to balance the “why?” and the “let it be” better. I started this journey awhile ago and it’s brought more peace to my life.

So don’t stop questioning, just question wisely. And as for the rest of it? Let it be. Peace will follow.

Invest wisely.

“The way you invest your love, you invest your life.” -Mumford & Sons “Awake My Soul”

In the advent of a new year, everyone scrambles to throw together resolutions, usually for the sake of following the age old tradition. Year after year, I follow suit, setting goals that are fairly surface and bound to be broken. By March, I simply find myself off track and have forgotten what I’d originally set out to accomplish.

This year, I’ve come up with something a little bit different. I’m not going to call this a New Year’s resolution. I’m going to call this more of a “life wake up call.”

Invest wisely.

No, I’m not talking about investing in the stock market or mutual funds. I’m talking about investing love: Love for family, love for friends, love for myself.

This past year has brought many changes to my life: graduation, an interim move back to Sioux Falls, the beginning of my Alabama adventure of grad school and job, and all the adjustment periods in between. In the midst of these changes, my investments changed as well. The amount of love never lessened, but my way of showing that love did from time to time.

In the hustle and bustle of each day, it’s easy to stop investing to the fullest because we’re so overwhelmed with what’s on our plate. A new job, new surroundings, a new way of life. We’re constantly trying to get our lives in order, spending time on things that don’t always invest back into us. These things we’ve invested into may fade, and at the end of the day, what we’re left with are the people and relationships we’ve put our time and energy into.

So the goal is to invest more love into family, friends, and myself. This may mean picking up the phone, even though I’m not much of a phone chatter. It means sending more cards and emails “just because.” It means taking time daily to do things for myself, like writing and listening to music, instead of being bombarded with work and school.

While I’ve always thought of myself as a thoughtful person, it’s become more evident how important these relationships are and how much love I should invest into them. They’ve been the rock in the midst of all these life changes and will continue to be my stronghold.

“The way you invest your love, you invest your life.” So invest wisely.

Roll with the punches.

In the words of that catchy Chumbawamba song from the 90’s “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down…”

Okay, maybe it’s borderline cheesy to quote a subpar musical “talent” in the opening line of an entry, but hey, it works for my purposes and direction of this post. As some of you know, I’ve had some changes in the area of my Graduate Assistantship at the University of Alabama. Midway through the volleyball season, I was told that come the end of the season, there would no longer be a Director of Operations position due to our move to our new facility (long story, inquire if you want the details).

Boom.

Shock, anger, sadness, and disbelief ran through me as I was told the news. This position, which was the whole reason I’d packed up and headed south, was suddenly nonexistent. As I tried to figure out my next move, my rationality bounced all over the place.

Do I stay and work at a job I didn’t originally sign up for, continuing to pay a hefty chunk for the difference between out of state/in state tuition? Do I leave Alabama to find a GA position that pays full tuition? Do I try to find a volleyball job elsewhere and continue my Masters as a later time?

In the wake of all these decisions, I was told that Alabama would continue to pay my in state tuition, but that I’d work under a “Women’s/Minority GA” scholarship. I’d basically bounce around the athletic department and no longer be affiliated with a sport. I started contacting former volleyball coaches and contacts for guidance and possible job opportunities. Initially, I was so set on working with volleyball that the option of this new GA position didn’t even seem appealing.

After a few weeks of talking with my support system and letting everything settle, the silver lining finally appeared: I have the opportunity to explore other areas of athletics at one of the most successful institutions. I can finally expand my experiences beyond volleyball and find other avenues I want to pursue in the future. Volleyball operations is such a narrow field and although I really enjoy it, I need to expand my job experiences to make myself marketable in the competitive area of collegiate athletics.

Although I’d never call myself an eternal optimist, I feel myself being pulled that way more and more. I take comfort in knowing that everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason I took the GA position with volleyball and trekked 20 hours from home to start a new life. Maybe it was to show me that volleyball operations isn’t what I want to do forever. Maybe it was to lead me to this new GA position, working with new departments and making new networks. Or maybe it was simply to show me how I can be resilient in the face of a challenge.

Whatever decisions you may be facing, always know there’s a silver lining. It may take awhile to reveal itself, but trust me, it’s out there. It may not be on your timeline, which is something that’s been hard for me to accept (hello, Type A personality). But while you’re waiting for that revelation, simply roll with the punches and the rest will take care of itself. Roll Tide.