Change happens. It comes in disrupting waves, and you absolutely have the power to embrace it.
I’ll never forget one of the largest uproots of my life: I was 18, headed for college 300 miles away from home, from small-town mountain living to front range city slicking.
#TBT. This column inspired my theme for my editorial career and established a tone for the rest of my life.
No matter what, I’ll find a way to adjust.
Originally posted in the August 2015 edition of the CU Denver Advocate.
As the beginning of a new semester rolls around, I am reminded of a lurking and over-powering and recurring theme of life that quite possibly has become my personal mantra, despite my best efforts to avoid cliché: great ones adapt.
I came to CU Denver from Gunnison, Colorado and experienced the typical culture shock as new numbers hurtled at me in every direction; my city size went from 5,000 to 2.9 million, my graduating class size increased from 72 to 10,000, and the elevation even dropped from 7,703 to 5,280.
Suddenly there were opportunities open to me that could never be a product of a small town; open to me were classes offered on subjects actually relevant to adulthood, things to do on the weekend besides getting kicked out of Walmart, and more than five restaurant options.
It was, yet again, another classic cliche: a red-headed, blue-and-wide-eyed girl staring into the city lights with no idea what to offer. You get it. It’s taken me a couple of years to get the hang of it all, but I’m getting there.
Eventually I found my way to our school newspaper as a copy editor. Last spring I decided to once again push for change, and applied for the Managing Editor position here at the Advocate. When I got the job, I was hurled into it; I went from grammar officer to boss lady in a matter of a week—most of the learning took place during the heat of production nights. I was juggling the new promotion, a second data entry job, and a full 18 credit hours of school. It was hardly possible.
And now, here we are in the beginning stages of something new and fresh and dazzling—the new semester—with a readiness for more of that relentless change. For me, I’m in the process of convincing myself that I don’t have to kill myself with busyness in the school year to feel fulfilled.
This year, I, along with my staff, am pouring everything into the Advocate. It will be a challenge, but one I’m opening my heart to. Welcome to another fulfilling adjustment.