The First Year of the Rest of Your Life

977941_4870451119464_1628344325_oBack in the 1960s, Charles Dederich started a drug rehabilitation clinic called Synanon that morphed first into a cult then a church. Synanon’s slogan was the now-popular sarcastic saying “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” The connotations of this saying today are typically negative, but now that we’re a week away from Springfield College’s 2014 commencement and one day from my younger sister’s, I got to thinking about how this past year – the first since my college graduation – has truly been the first year of the rest of my life.

Let’s start this exercise by looking at where I was and what my plans were one year ago. I was a wide-eyed, bushy-tailed journalism graduate with designs on covering college sports for a newspaper in Western Massachusetts. I thought I would find a cheap apartment, go to games and practices, and generally enjoy the life I’d been planning for since making the jump to Communications/Sports Journalism my sophomore year of college.

As I’m sure many of my peers can attest, things in the job market rarely go to plan. After an interview and months of waiting yielded no movement on said job, I started searching for a backup plan and landed at a mid-sized independent school in Weston, Mass. that needed someone to do things I could do.

So my best laid plans, ones that included free trips to great sporting events as part of the working media and downing free press food, went out the window in favor of choral concerts, all-school assemblies, and the independent school culture I grew up with at The Bancroft School. Is Rivers Bancroft? Not in the slightest – but it still felt like home almost immediately.

Fast forward to today: I’m coaching middle school lacrosse and enrolled in an master’s program that will put me on track to be the athletic director I went to Springfield to be. I’m looking to rent a house from the school so I can live over behind the baseball field and walk to work. I’m in, all the way.

Which brings me back to the title of this blog post. In the last year I have learned a lot, made mistakes, met some amazing people, and found a place that values what I do and who I am. If this is what every year from here on out is like, I can’t wait ’til next year.

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