I stopped writing in this blog because first my sister was sick and then I was traveling and interviewing and doing all of these things that you aren’t supposed to do when your sister is very sick but you are supposed to do when you are getting a Master’s degree. And then she died – suddenly - it seemed. And everything changed.

I am normally the kind of student that my friends in the program kind of hate and kind of love because I send them articles about their interests. I read everything and I talk about everything and I want to learn everything. I procrastinate a little but I write good papers about things I’m passionate about. On two of my comps questions I got incredible feedback, best of the best kind of feedback. That’s not because I am smart, it is because I have spent the past two years asking questions and volunteering and reading everything I can get my hands on about what I am passionate about. And then my sister died and everything changed.

I couldn’t read a long research article. I couldn’t write anything of substance. I literally cried over my tiny comps rewrites because I couldn’t make decisions about feeding and dressing myself, much less what to include or trash from a comps question. I had constant anxiety about the things I could not do because those assignments were still due. People looked at me with sad eyes or told me my sister was in a better place which sometimes made me cry and sometimes made me want to punch them. And I got my one and only bad grade.

Everything had changed and I was different and my world was reeling but I was still interviewing. I had a third interview with a search committee the morning after my sister’s service. That was a bad idea. I kept moving forward with this thing I had set in motion because I had a plan. I had thought long and hard about this plan. I applied for close to 30 Resident Director positions all across the country. Well, everywhere but the South because there was no way that Wayne and I wanted to stay in the South. Housing is like student affairs bootcamp and would challenge me to develop skills that I don’t have yet – skills that could help me to become more excellent and more prepared.

What I mean to say is that I worked very hard to get that offer: a great city with great people, an adventure in my career and in my life. I’ve been working since December for that offer. I got that offer on Friday and I had to turn it down. It broke my heart because now everything I wanted before my sister died is no longer in reach. But it wasn’t even a question, it didn’t seem like it was even an option for me to say yes (although I didn’t know that until it happened). Because everything had changed.

Right now, the best thing for my family – and for ME, is to stay in Gainesville. This hot, sticky, too small town is full of people who love and support me. I know my work environment, I know what they expect of me, I am comfortable there. I know and love my house, I get to keep the now-my dog, I even get to stick with the same counselors for a while (yes, I see two of them). I’m a very short flight or a medium length drive from my family and I hope that they consider being even closer soon. So I’m staying.

My heart is a little broken but that is nothing new. Since Jamie died my heart hasn’t been the same. And I feel like this big scary thing that was sitting on my shoulders is gone. Maybe now that I have my master’s and a full time job and some stability I can finally grieve. I can finally try to find that place where I’m happy and sad at the same time. So… for now, I am working full time in the College of Education at the University of Florida. I am also gardening and rewatching Grey’s Anatomy from the beginning and thinking about my sister and calling my family and today I went strawberry picking.

I am so grateful to everyone and everything that helped me to figure out the right thing for me, without judgments or impatience or anger. This was hard and I hope I didn’t let you down. I hope that one day I will be ready for that adventure and our paths will cross again!

♥ Jessa

Today, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, campuses nationwide brought their stakeholders together for a day of service. This is the second year I have been involved in the Gainesville community's day of service, once as a coordinator/facilitator/planner and today as a participant. I learned more today than I did last year and have quite a bit of reflecting to do upon it.
First, for those of you who did service today, thank you. You honor Dr. King and your community with your time and attention and labor. Thank you for caring about people other than yourself, for waking up early on your day off, for respecting those in need. I, and the people you influenced today, appreciate you.

National days of service have the benefit of bringing people and communities together for a common purpose. They encourage a body to get to know their community and their neighbors. Today I learned about a community resource I had never encountered before, beyond speculation, which is interesting because part of my job last year was to connect students with community resources in need of volunteers. Today I also learned about the members of my community that benefit from this resource, and those who work there. I connected with people I would perhaps not have ever met before. I also reconnected with some former students of mine. All of these are good things.

My concern, however, with national days of service is this: we live in a society where we are constantly bombarded by new information, a new scandal, and a new cause. One moment my friends are fundraising for cancer awareness and the next moment they are heading off to build a library in Haiti. You can throw $5 in any direction and find a worthy charity to fund, you can join a community group and work with 6 organizations in a year. This is all good and well, but I would argue that true change and lasting impact, on yourself, the community, and the issue at hand comes with COMMITMENT . As my fantastic partner recently posted on Facebook "A person must be ready to sacrifice themselves for real change. Revolutionaries do not leave peaceful happy lives. What are you willing to sacrifice to ensure that everyone is afforded the same rights and treatment in your community?"

Instead of volunteering once a year at a few organizations, I encourage you to find that issue that never leaves your brain. The one or two or three social issues that bother you so much that you end up arguing with your friends about them, incorporating those ideals into your work, and constantly researching. Take up that issue (or issues) and commit to it (them). Sacrifice some of your free time, your daily starbucks, and maybe even a little popularity by committing to it. Because it's worth it. This is how you make an impact - by caring (sometimes too much).

This proposition is dangerous. It takes effort and you may not see the change you hope to see as fast as you would like to see it. Do it anyway. “Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret Mead

I will not pretend that I have done this yet. But I am going to. I decided today that it is not enough to participate in an annual toy drive, a once-a-year habitat build, and Relay for Life. This year I am going to commit to my issues (and come on, it is so easy to figure out what they are) and I am going to do something about them. I am going to start by learning more, as much as I possibly can. I am going to try to contribute to research and literature about my issues. I am going to talk about them to anyone who will listen. And I am going to find a way to commit in a more permanent way to changing these injustices that are simply unacceptable. Do it with me? What are your issues? Would you like to talk about them?

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. - Martin Luther King Jr.

♥ Jessa

Some of my cohort is already interviewing, by phone and on campus. Some of us have gotten emails or phone calls following up on our applications or confirming details. Some have gotten emails formally inviting them to apply for a position based on a candidate profile on a national search website. So how does it feel? I can only speak for myself but...

Exciting, firstly and mostly. Wayne and I discuss each position before I apply so that we can be sure that we would seriously consider moving. While there are some places and characteristics that keep us away (Wayne says no New Orleans, I say no Miami, etc) this has led to applications at some pretty diverse institutions in cool new places. It feels like the opportunities are endless and I am just so ridiculously excited to find my fit.

Nerve wracking, secondly. Am I doing enough? Am I applying to the right schools? Is that a typo in my cover letter? Let me just quadruple check that I got the position name correct on that one before I send it off. With so many moving parts, simply clicking the submit button is the most nerve wracking thing ever. I certainly don’t want to mess up an opportunity I am excited to learn more about because I am exhausted and attached my grocery list instead of my resume.

Competitive, thirdly. It feels like maybe I’m different, or maybe I’m in a different place than some people but - let’s be frank, I don’t want to get the first job in my cohort. I don’t really want to leave school early and jump straight back into professional life. It would be nice if I could take a week or two to visit my families, prepare my home for renters, or maybe even take a cruise. But it does seem like everyone is watching each other. I would like to be open and honest about my good news and my disappointing news with my friends but I certainly don’t want to hurt their feelings or make them feel bad or, honestly, deal with their awkward comments. “I wish that I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat it and be happy...” I guess this is why it’s so important to have friends outside of student affairs to share with.

Not only am I excited to find my fit, I’m excited that my cohort and colleagues and twitterfriends from #sachat will end up all over the United States and that I will learn more through my new network than I can even imagine. I will get to follow their stories, try hard to keep up with their news, and explore their functional areas a little when they post articles. I can’t wait to see where we all end up and what we learn from this experience!

♥ Jessa

Community Service

It used to be in my job description, something that I took for granted because I did it so often and had such great relationships with community organizations. Not only was I constantly volunteering, I was sending my students and friends to constantly volunteer with organizations that really resonated with them. That was amazing.

This Saturday our neighbor invited us to tag along at a Habitat for Humanity build and we spent a few hours helping to build a low cost house for a veteran. He was there, helping to build that day, and was really excited about the opportunity. I was able to speak to one of the women employed by Habitat about exactly what they do and was really impressed with the way they operate. They hold the mortgage for the homeowner so that if something comes up with their fixed income there is more leeway than if a bank held the mortgage. Additionally, they build the home at such low cost that the mortgage is affordable. This particular house's mortgage was going to run about $300 including taxes and insurance for a 30 year mortgage. Pretty amazing.

I am incredibly privileged, and even I understand the difference that having ROOTS can give you. Owning our home gives me a sense of security and peace that I have never felt before. (And we don't even really own it yet, the bank does!) We don't have landlords bugging us, walking into our home at any given time. We can fill our home with the people and animals that we love. We have property to host a get together or garden or let the dogs run around on. It's amazing. I am so glad that Habitat is providing this same sense of well being to other people, people on limited incomes who have spent a while feeling financially insecure.

And now I'm hooked again. I never stopped donating and organizing for community organizations but there is something so different about waking up early on a Saturday and putting yourself to work. Maybe I just miss my APhiO days (we volunteered almost every Saturday morning in undergrad) but either way, I'll be searching out opportunities to do this again. And if you are in Gainesville and would like to volunteer with me on MLK Day... sign up here and use "Team Awesome" as your group affiliation. We'll be placed on the same project if you do.

What ways do you serve your community and get involved? Does it fulfill you?

♥ Jessa

So here is Week 1!

Following Danielle's lead... A collage a day for 2013. January 1: Happy New Year party and kisses, wearing my awesome new sweater as my Noles win the Orange Bowl, and a new game at game night!

January 2: We used our Groupon to have the most ridiculously decadent burgers ever. Turkey between two grilled cheese for me and a footlong burger for Wayne. Completed my first job application.

January 3: First run of 2013 went alright, fried tofu to go with my palek paneer, Thunder ventured out to the living room for the first time since "the incident".

January 4: My books for my last semester (for now) of grad school came! Spent the morning making Wayne delicious breakfast sandwiches for the freezer, I love trader Joe's. seriously. Oh, and leftover fireworks!

January 5: Baked a freezer quiche for myself; broccoli, cheddar, and fried onion. Also, check out the snuggly girl!!

January 6: Wayne is so excited for a Seahawks win! Yes, I was reading student affairs stuff in a sports bar, and puppies reunited!! So happy!

January 7: My fastest mile yet!!! The Great Mouse Detective!! Dolce got Chomsky's collar off the real way. how did she do that?!

Isn't that fun? You should do it with me! Or maybe one collage a week? I'd love to see them.

♥ Jessa