The Beginning.

Have you ever found yourself at the beginning of your life? After 36 years on the planet it is society who has informend me that I am just a little person who has not accomplished very much.

I had a very ordinary childhood life, filled with the usual dysfunctional flare. I followed the little person path to life success that was instructed to me by my parents and other mentor figures.

I did things a little backwards, had my daughter at 20 and single. Tried to do something in college and failed miserably. Worked my way through the Recreation occupation as my mother had done (who is far more successful at it than I am I assure you). I left the recreation industry to persue my passion for travel completing a college diploma in travel and tourism, got a job as a travel agent and found that I was infact the worst travel agent in the history of travel agents. I left the travel industry and ran back to recreation with my little person humbalism and found a little position at the YMCA in the school aged child care department. After four years of doing the same little job everyday for just a little above minimum wage I decided to take a few courses. I completed the theory portions of both group and individual fitness leadership and was feeling pretty good about my new found place in the big world. I decided to push outside of my little person zone and apply for a job in the summer camp department as a director of a 300+ camper nature camp.

I was informend 3 days ago that I was not successful due to being too senior in the field and they were looking for someone who they could mentor. I was too old for the position? Were they really saying that?

To add to my little day, I recieved an e-mail from the coordinator of the fitness centre that she was happy to see me complete the course and while I was completing my cooperative hours on the weight room floor that I could spend a little extra time in there so that I can also look the part. I am too fat to be a personal trainer? Were they really saying that?

So we come to the part that is my beginning. I am 36 years old, 4'8" tall and 102 lbs, and too old and fat to succeed in my chosen field.

My plane has left the terminal without me and my little suitcase called my life. I was sure I confirmed the flight times 24 hours prior to departure.

So here we are; you and me in the departures terminal of my little life. This is where we begin.