You can probably imagine my disappointment and shock. I have two amazing job offers that are contingent on this license. I met with the director of the board today - and, on a side note, he might be the kindest gentleman I've ever met which, unfortunately, makes it very difficult to feel anything other than warmth towards him. It's nothing personal, no deficiencies in my transcripts or experience or person (thankfully), yada yada yada, BUT there are different legal requirements in my new state of Nevada vs my beloved Washington. End of story.
The good news? Barbeque Pirate's Booty and episodes of Nurse Jackie have helped. My friends, boyfriend, family, professors, future employers, former classmates and cats who live next door have offered an incredible amount of support. The even better news? In the grand scheme of things, this is really minor. Oh, and guess what? I'm a tough cookie. Very best news? There is a fire and a drive in me that I haven't felt in a long time. This is what I want to do and I know it like I know my name. As my trainer texted me a couple days ago, "This is what you were born to do and when that's the case, well, you're stuck giving the world this gift no matter what glitch you face." (Thank you, Nancy. I keep reminding myself this.)
Thanks for all the facebook and twitter love, texts, emails, calls and hugs. From hear on out, it's nothing but Eye of the Tiger, folks.