On The Road Again...

                When “the plan” starts to go astray, a dark, murky question mark begins to creep into the vulnerable parts of your brain, and doubt creeps in. It was Monday, March 12^th, and I was at home waiting for the phone to ring, but it continued to lay next to my computer, motionless. I wasn’t totally sure what would be said when it finally did start buzzing, but any knowledgeable voice on the other end at that point would have been better than silence. I had heard promises and guarantees from afar, but no utterances directed at me. With little to do, no mode of transportation, and only those far off hopes to dwell on, a stationary cell phone can become very bad for your mental health. I needed to hear from a team, the program directors, other trainees, or anyone else, if only to boost my morale. Yet Monday crept by without a peep, and I went to bed wondering what would happen to me.

                The actions I took next were simple. I made phone calls and wrote e-mails. A fidgety day of waiting had finally caught up to me, so I took matters into my own hand. Waiting for others can only last so long, a lesson I think I’ve finally learned. People are busy, people forget, people can be lousy. In the end, I can only control what I do and, in this case, I made the calls and wrote the e-mails to the people that mattered, and got a result.

                On Tuesday, I got in touch with the New England Revolution, and they offered me a position with the sales team. I had heard of their offer over the weekend, but had not officially been sent anything. Seeing as the Revolution were one of my top choices, it was a very straightforward decision. I accepted their offer.

                My first day is tomorrow. Today, I’m loading up my stuff and driving out to Boston to temporarily live with a friend while I look for an apartment. The Revolution play in Gillette Stadium, a 45 minute drive from downtown Boston. The commute is heavy, the stadium is tricky, and the team has lost their first two games of the season, yet I couldn’t be more excited about it all. The Revolution present a challenge that I want to overcome by any means necessary. The situation is not ideal, but that’s the whole point. How can I become better at what I’m doing if everything is served to me on a silver platter? 

                I don’t know what comes next. But I’ll let you know when I have an idea. Stay tuned.