Thursday, July 7, 2016
So here is how my last year has gone….
Do me a favor and check out some of my older blogs, this will make a lot more sense if you have the background on why I am where I am. So as of 10 months ago I live in Michigan, the Star Wars equivalent of a galaxy far, far away…from Texas. A couple of previous events first though.
So in August 2015 I finally graduated college, with a Mechanical Engineering degree. For the love of Christmas that shit is hard, and I am glad it is over…but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the challenge, I enjoyed thinking about how much better my life will be when I get out, and I made friends whom I will never be able to forget. That piece of paper means a lot to me, and it has nothing to do with how smart I am. That diploma, in a picture frame buried somewhere in crap I still haven’t unpacked means that I had it in me every day to get up and go. When I got there I tried as hard as I could, I gave it everything I had, I went to work for 8 hours and went home. When I got home at 10pm, I did homework and I studied. When I got to class to take a test I failed it, but I got back up the next day and did it all over again until I didn’t fail. Three words- “Rise and Grind” – and I did it every..damn..day.
Shortly before that, I got married. I got married to someone who was more than a girlfriend. She was more than a woman who lived with me. She was more than someone who I spent time with. She was patient. Patient because every day I couldn’t hang out, or watch TV, or go out to eat, or go to her friends place to hang out. She lived with me during college and I would go days at a time without even seeing her. She was patient, and that is what is matters most. She knew I was doing this to eventually make our lives better.
Now that I am out of school, I live in Michigan and I work for General Motors. This is where reading my older blogs come in handy. If you have read some of them, you will know that working here is my dream. I knew a long time ago that the only place in this world for me to work is in the automotive industry. This industry is vast, but working around my preferred brand of choice makes it even sweeter. Sweeter than that is how I got here in the first place. I worked an internship over a summer, and spent all my money to fly up to Detroit and get a hotel for a week. I got into a career fair and did whatever it took to get an interview with GM, among a sea of other students wanting the same thing from the companies at the fair. Out of 100 companies I talked to 1, I blew off the other 99. Why? I knew what I wanted, and that was to work for GM. I went for broke, and got it done. I flew home at the end of the week with a job offer in my pocket.
Years ago, and I mean YEARS ago… my Aunt Lupe (who used to take me to school) told me in the car…”If you put as much time into school as you do those car magazines, you’ll get pretty far in life” That isn’t made up, that isn’t a bullshit feel good story. That is real. I remember what street we were on, what was on the radio, I remember what happened that day in school. I remember that day like it was a couple of hours ago. That quote stuck, did I understand? Not really. I didn’t really even care what she was saying. As the years went by and I mean..YEARS…it became more clear to me what she was saying. Funny how that works, a few years ago in class I got made fun of for wanting to work for GM. Why would I leave the oil and gas industry for a flailing auto industry? Because its what I wanted to do. I put too much time into this to ‘settle’ for something I didn’t want. You know that saying “if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life”, its true… I am living my dream, and it is hard to believe I get paid to do it. I walked a long road to get here, and still almost a year later sometimes I look around outside or at the store and just get taken back. It is hard to imagine that I got all the way to Michigan, I don’t live in Texas anymore. I miss it, of course I miss my home…Texas will always be home. I miss my friends, and family..and the food. The time I spend in reflection always ends up the same, I made it here by working my ass off. I had to be pushed a lot, I needed help, I had to be talked out of quitting on my dream. When it was all said and done, I made it. Now I live far away from home and the journey here was crazy and amazing.