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On Being Flexible

Slowly but surely Mr. Blackwell and I are finding our Texas niche. 
Ok, he may have found it months ago, but it takes time for me to adapt to a new place (case in point, our previous home in Huntsville, AL). It is hard for me to build up friendships again and really put myself out there. And it doesn't help that several of our Texas friends have already moved away to support projects in other places. 

But at this point, I am focusing on my job and getting certified before I dive into too many extracurriculars. I want to see how I handle overnight shifts, sleep shifting, etc before I make a commitment to a group or activity. Compartmentalizing plans has worked for me in the past, I used this technique when planning for our wedding, finishing grad school, and now working towards a Mission Control certification. So, I will continue to organize plans and use spreadsheets, hurray! 

Lately, I've been a bit discouraged at work. I am in a holding pattern to get into the integrated sims I need to get certified and its a hard place to be. On one hand, I'm thankful for a few more sims to practice and gain experience, but on the other hand I am anxious to prove to my husband that we didn't move 1,000 miles for nothing. While I'm not actually responsible for the real International Space Station yet, the place I'm in mentally has a lot of pressure. It's a balancing act between simulation and the reality of sitting on console in the middle of the night. In general, I'm just frustrated that the timeline isn't working out exactly as planned (reference above: I *heart* plans), and consequently my certification date keeps moving further and further out. 

Everything I've been told about my performance has been good, I just have to wait for two other trainees to finish their integrated sim flow before I can start. And with a lot of division level management turn over, it's been hard to maintain consistency. 

Space is unforgiving, and plans must be flexible. I am still working on increasing my flexibility while maintaining vigilance and motivation. It has felt like a long training program, but I'm hopeful that I will be a certified ADCO spring 2015 ;-)

Goal: be more flexible than these ice sculptures of Sponge Bob 
(they probs are not real flexible, haha). 



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