A Superstar in training

So many things I want to say.  So much has happened in the last few days.  I finished my training a week ago.  It was hard, yet I made it through and received my certificate the next day.  In a few days it will be four months since I began this chapter of my return.  I finally saw a doctor who is looking into getting me a counselor to help me with my anxiety.  I got my eyes checked and then ordered my glasses with no pressure on me that I had felt that day.  Pressure to me is a friend of anxiety who partners up with occasionally with depression.  So there you have it.  I am a woman who is dealing with a lot and still keeps going.  I decided to apply for a job that would match my personality.  It’s not in the retail business… but it needs my office expertise.  You know what that is okay.  As I trained my mind became enlightened about things I liked to do and things I could do.  I loved working on computers and using the programs to help other people.  I was one of those self-taught people because I had a difficulty learning under different teaching styles.  Yes I am a certified Teacher’s Assistant, yet right now I want to give my attention to other skills that need to grow.  Like using Excel and database type of programs.  I have always dreamed of being an office manager scheduling things and supporting others in the background.  Now that is making a difference in a company.

Its been a tiring path returning to my dear Washington State.  The beauty that I could only dream of is now my reality.  I haven’t seen it in sometime so I am asking my friends whether it was in the norm or not.  After 4 years in Africa things looked a lot more different from I could recall.  The mountains look refreshing and the snow looked quite alarming.  I am constantly recalling when I was young how I loved it… now not so much.  Its cold and my body has not quite readjusted to things.

I am a housemate to on my oldest friends who has been able to help me cope with so many changes.  She reminds me about when we were young and how we learned how to deal with the culture of the time.  Mind you it was the 80s and well for a kid and life was an adventure.  She teaches me about how time has changed since I left and why things seem like some strange alternate universe.  She is patient when I explain things I saw and what they might or really meant.  Plus she reminds me that I am a superstar for living my life as I have the last few years.

I cleaned up my LinkedIn profile and added as my current position as a Creative Writer Blogger at Large.  I had realized that my last one was a bit long and windy.  So with a little creativity I shortened it.  I am hoping by my birthday to be a worker and not just blogger.  I love blogging… yet many people have asked me if I would write a book.  I wanted to say that my blog is my simple version of a book.  I want to build an audience and not just put out a book.  People don’t realize there is so much to the process.  You need to be confident with your skills.  Build yourself and the world up to what you can do.  I am confident about my writing skills.  I have even thought of taking a creative writing course when things begin to settle down in my life.  So until then I am very comfortable with my writing on my blogs.

I just realized how incredible it would be if I make it to 1000 words on this post.  It would be a huge accomplishment in my life.  Another thing I have wanted to blog about is living as a Third Culture Life.  I was born in Ethiopia, raised in Washington State, traveled back to Ethiopia, and have made a full circle by returning to where I grew up.  How many people can say they have done that in their life?  Also I have come to realize many people might view me as an English Second Language speaker.  I like to joke that I am English Speedy Language because I tend to talk really fast (especially when I am excited or comfortable around someone).  Its a mistake to think that of anyone anywhere.  When I was traveling the biggest question was why I didn’t speak Oromo or Amharic.  My parents made the choice to stay in America so we could get an education.  So that meant learning the local language.  Now I want to tell people if you can figure out the grammar rules of English and still make a sentence or conversation than more power to you.  Also for the record I do understand Amharic audibly.  I just have a difficulty responding orally.

Even with my weaknesses I try to manage my way to turn them into strengths.  That is what I want to help people see.  We are all alike.  Strength, Intelligence, and all the fun stuff put together.  You just have to figure out to work together.  There are leaders and followers…. then there are the followers who become leaders.  I feel that I am in that transition of figuring out where I am in that table.

The land of dreams.

With a full schedule that keeps growing I am feeling confident and trying to keep up with life.  For another 4 weeks I am completing my retail training and then added getting healthy over that.  I tell you this is quite a load that I am learning to handle.  With my support group in hand (Magic Mirror Comics) and of course my ever-growing friends and family (Yay extended family!).  I am living the dream that I was hoping a year ago.

Gradually I am refreshing my skills and trying to keep up with the times.  Being away for a few years and things can get interesting when you are doing this in a few months.  So I am closing this post with an invitation to follow me on my Facebook page and also Twitter account.  You will get more updated info on what I have been doing and well more.  This truly is how I am starting over….

Cia,

Princess Happiness aka Sara Gamachu

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From the last week of July.

Note: I was so close to trashing this post. I even had a difficult time titling it. Than my inner self said it’s okay to share this. People might actually get it. So here it is. Sara

Both my blogs might get more shorter portions. Personally, I felt awful when I couldn’t do huge detail like I wished. So, I decided short is better than none at all.
Then I realized when I changed my other blog to an even more simpler theme I got excited. It was a beauty and I was proud. To be honest I needed a break from Starting Over and decided to give My Journey Through Life a facelift with a grand opening. Ok that is my city girl side talking. 

Another thing I actually was very close to walking out on my Twitter account. Yes, I am so proud of networking than I realized people I thought were following me actually blocked me. Talk about a shove in the ego. Thankfully I talked myself out of it. I will just let people do the clicking and keep going.

For the folks who think I can puts stuff out when I can…. Guess what it doesn’t work that way. I have been trying to explain it without complaining. Consider me an artist with my words painting a bigger picture. I actually got a comment that described that. It made me feel pretty good.

On both blogs, I have expressed that I have been tense lately. I think that plus the cold weather caused my body to go on strike. It’s been pretty rough. I am just getting over a bug so I might seem extra spicy with my words or attitude. It was suggested that I write in the second person point of view. I felt kind of sad because a lot of the time I am putting myself in another person’s shoes and seeing the world from their point of view.

On my LinkedIn profile, I describe myself as a caregiver. It is true because my mom has Post-Polio Syndrome which has her slowing down a bit. Trust me the word disabled was not in our vocabulary except when parking the car, “Ooh there is a handicap spot!”

Being her helper is teaching me that sometimes you are judged by your appearance. Like for example in the West there are so many assistance for a person with a disability lifts for example to get them in and out of cars, buses, and other uses of transportation. Here in my native land we are lucky if there is a ramp that gets my mom’s wheelchair around without getting stuck. People literally stare at my mom whenever we go places possibly thinking “what are you doing here?” Is it really that unbelievable that a person in a wheelchair can go into a cafe? 

There are times I share things on Facebook because several people know I came on this trip to help my mom. I also use my blogs as a way to explain how I live from experience and action. I myself deal with my own situations differently from others my age. I was dealt this life that many others would run from.  

So, with that you can see how I want to give hope to others and inspire them to not give up. Trust me I know.


Until next time be a light in the darkness and help others in need.

My Journey Through Life can be a stepping stone to your Starting Over at whatever stage you are.