Making History.

I know this Health Care "stuff" is a touchy subject for some, as it seems next to impossible to know everything that was mentioned in the 2,000+ page bill, but I know for me that approving the bill was good.

My health insurance was done the second I crossed the stage at my college graduation. I was on my mom's insurance and their rules were that you could stay on your parents plan as long as you were in school and didn't go over a certain age (that I can't seem to remember right now).

So not only did I have to worry about moving to a new city and working at a new job but I wasn't sure what I was going to do to get some of my medications filled. Luckily, I planned for this moment and worked with my doctor and was able to get all appointments in before the big day and I was able to stock up on some prescriptions.

But those plans were made with the assumption I would get a job that offered benefits within three months. Yes I got a job, but they do not offer benefits (sigh). But now thanks to President Obama and our new Health Care plan I will be able to join my mothers insurance again until I am 26 or get a new job with benefits, and this part of the bill just happens to be effective immediately. I know there is a whole lot more to the bill, but this is the one I am most concerned about, for now.

I do understand some people do not agree with the decision to put this bill in place, and that is fine with me...everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I am one of the "American people" and I am so glad we have government health care.

No, I am not talking about nickels and dimes, but I will give you my two cents.

There is a 18 year difference in the two images above.

Change is inevitable, and that is okay. It is how you embrace it that makes the difference.

Lately I have been having a hard time with change, as I have had a lot of it in a small amount of time. Which I guess, in this point of my life, is to be expected. The changes I have made don't normally bother me but then when I visit home my past in thrown back in my face.

What my friends say..."Remember when your hair was long?"

What I hear..." Remember when you were pretty"

Whats my friends say... "Remember when you had stretched ears?"

What I hear... "Remember when you were interesting"

What my friends say.. "Remember that one time at the one place?"

What I hear... "Remember when you were fun?"

Now, I know what I heard is not what they were saying, but the reason these things affect me is because I miss those things too. I am still that person, just different. I guess it is part of growing up. You make decisions and you live with them. Life is about sacrifices. I just pick the lesser of two evils. Right now at the top of my priority list is to make it in the professional world. I guess now would be the best time to experiment. New location. New job. New life, mixed in with the old.

I am just curious to see where things go. I wonder what change will come my way, I am going to welcome it with open arms.

Obama said change was good, maybe he is right.