Three years ago I started a new job. Three years ago I was a mess of a person. I was unhappily back in Wisconsin. I was living with my parents (albeit temporarily). I didn’t want any of it, well except for the job because it was going to pay me. I wanted to be in DC. I wanted to be with the friends I made while living there. Three years ago I was injured and hated running. Three years ago all I did was think about moving back.
Three years later I am a different person. I mean, of course I am. We all grow and change. But I really feel as though these three years have helped me figure out me. I happily call Milwaukee my home. Three years ago I didn’t know all the wonderful people I have met in Milwaukee. I can’t imagine my life without them. Three years ago I didn’t have my mini zoo: my wonderful and crazy cats and dog. Three years ago I never fathomed owning a home.
I remembering sitting in an interview for this job and got that stupid “Where do you see yourself in five years?” question. Come on! Who knows where they will be in five years? And in all honesty I did not see myself still at this job. But the job has evolved and I have evolved and here I sit three years later. I never imagined most of what happened in the last three years and while it hasn’t been all happy moments it sure has been pretty great.
How can I predict where I will be in five years? I don’t know where I will be in six months. So here’s to the next three years. May they be filled with great people and fun adventures.