Batter Up!

This week, after a one-year hiatus from school, I enrolled for my Fall 2026 classes and decided to return to a less intensive case management position. This was me, taking ownership of an objective I could control and influence, quite different from my younger me. The younger me would take on any prospect and learn from whatever outcome. When I played baseball, I hardly walked when I batted because I swung at almost every pitch thrown during my at-bat. Why? I assumed I could hit any pitch in my proximity, which I mostly did until I wore some outdated prescription glasses. But in truth I feared of missing out on a possibility. Thus, I used this strategy most of my life, I took whatever chance was thrown my way. This approach helped me encounter an array of positive experiences, stressful ones, and a lot of sleepless nights. But at forty-one years of age, I am now understanding what is best for me. So, in the next few months I plan on evaluating what I want from my MSSW Program and how best to get there. Thinking it over, I am finally learning to work the count and swing at the best pitch to hit.

Holiday Break 2025

The days before, the day of, and the days after December 25, 2025, just felt lackluster and uneasy. I had no plans. But I managed to fill it with something I did not do much, I napped, I napped on the couch in front of my television with Lily (my younger pug) on my lap. Yes, extremely exciting.

Nonetheless, my holiday started in the early afternoon of December 23, 2025, at the dental office where I continued my restorative dental work. More fillings and follow-ups. Since I was on holiday, I did not let my cavity fillings and local numbing agents in my mouth interfere with my joy of being off work. So, I got me some soft-serve from Cruze Farms, so delicious but puzzling, I have never experienced soft-serve feeling hot against my lips. Regardless, I enjoyed my soft-serve and caught a glimpse of Santa Claus on Gay Street/Downtown.

Throughout my holiday, the thought of returning to work to confront my obligations and load of work made me uneasy. The last two years of school have been my major stressor but since I have taken this year off from school, work has taken that honor. Still, I was missing those specific objectives and goals that I acquired from school. Usually, during school I try to keep my head above water and catch my breath during the holiday breaks. This holiday break I dwelled on being 41 years old, not going home to California, and no movie on Christmas Day and soaked up my sorrows with yellow moist cake with chocolate frosting and bowls full of pozole. I will plan my next holiday break better and keep searching for what is golden and eternal.

Fall Season

It is officially the first week of the 2025 fall season. And the weather has been volatile in Knoxville, rain in the morning and sunshine in the evening, and a natural car wash in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, I found out my rain jacket is longer rain proof, so, I spent most of my Thursday wet and repeatedly drying off. But through my surprising misfortune, I found some golly in the day. There was a cancellation at the dentist, and I was fortunate to take that late afternoon slot. You might ask, why is this golly? Let me remind you of the foremost reason for my leave of absence from graduate school: oral surgery. I attended my appointment, and as expected I received that vital referral to see an oral maxillofacial surgeon. I am now one step closer to getting an extraction on tooth three and possibly twelve, thirteen, and fourteen if the CT scan displays fractures which I hope they do not because I am an intensive case manager and graduate student limited on funds that enjoys chewing his food. Nevertheless, the dentist and I agreed, priority is being given to tooth three because of the active infection that has been looming on the upper right side of my mouth for the past year. Yes! For the past year. I do not know if I should feel gratified or mortified that my body has been battling this infection for that long. So, the rest of 2025 looks to be filled with appointments, procedures, and possibility cases of Ensures (Meal replacement Drinks, Protein Shakes). Fun!   

What else have I done during my leave of absence? So far, I have read James by Percival Everett, The Road by Cormac McCarthy, The Stranger by Albert Camus, and The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead. Next? Uncertainly, I have been reading pages from Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Consider This by Chuck Palahniuk, and The Will to Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl, so the simple answer is more reading is next. I also bought an Asahi Pentax 1000k Film Camera on eBay that I have no idea how to use. Why did I buy this film camera? I was inspired by the protagonist taking pictures of the sky on his lunch break in Perfect Days, which is something I want to mimic because I already stare out yonder when I eat and have always been mesmerize by the sky. But as soon as my camera arrived in the mail, I quickly learned that there is more to taking pictures than point and shoot, So I am definitely planning on reading some camera and lens’ manuals when I find them.

Thus far, my first fall season in over two years free from graduate classes has been filled with reading, working, and medical appointments. So, for now, I can shun the stresses of classes, assignments, and practicum hours from my MSSW Program and enjoy the fall foliage, drink some pumpkin spice flavored caffeinated drinks in my cardigan sweater, attend my upcoming medicals appointments, and keep fighting the good fight.

Mijo Takes a Break

 

I remember having a cold wet feeling on my legs for days before my MSSW Orientation. It was hot, muggy, and August in Knoxville. I was constantly checking if my pants were soaked or if I spilled something on my legs. I was nervous, delusional, and not able to sleep leading up to the orientation. I never thought graduate school was a possibility for me. And there I was in the country’s best sports town entering the program I dreamed about on the road to MSSW and optimistically to LMSW. It felt surreal. Orientation came and went. I was left with swag from the College of Social Work and ecstatic to be a Vol.

Two years later, I would decide to take a leave of absence to have a surgery I’ve been postponing. I learned in graduate school that my body is not as resilient as it was twenty years ago in my undergraduate pursuit or as resilient as it was twelve years ago when I joined the Coast Guard. These past two years, I found myself frequently ill with irritations like strep throat, ear infections, migraines, and issues with my prostate that still need to be diagnosed (I am dreading the diagnostic exams). However, I also found lots of successes in the past two years through my studies at the University of Tennessee. I was hired as a research assistant in the Center of Behavioral Health, I was hired at my practicum as medical case manager/social worker, and I stayed in good standing. In the long run, I left both jobs and made my return to behavioral health where I was quickly promoted. Behavioral health has been my passion since I graduated with my undergraduate degree and reason for pursuing higher education. To quote Charles Bukowski’s poem, The Crunch, “our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. It hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides. Or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to.” There are people that need interventions that can only be provided by people taught in post-secondary education institutions like graduate school. This is why I am pursuing my masters, I get a kick out learning what I do in the classroom and doing what I do outside the classroom. I will take this leave of absence to have my surgery (fix my loose screws, I literally have loose screws in my jaws that need to be extracted) and recharge because at forty I am not as resilient as I was the day before yesterday.

San Angelo

I lost my mind in San Angelo,  

On the way to Corpus Christi, 

My only shot to get back on my feet. 

At the light,

The rig never saw me, 

In the gray haze, 

With no chance to move,

I am hit! 

I just lost my way!

I cannot make a fist! 

My car is shaking! 

My eyes beckon for help!

Man, I really need to get there,

So, I collect my thoughts, 

Take a deep breath, and 

Keep driving. 

 

A Silver Lining

After three job changes, dropping a class the first week, and a depleted bank account, my Spring Semester 2025 is finally over, and it felt middling throughout. This was my fourth semester in graduate school. I do not know if it was drowsiness or the increase of serotonin in my brain, but I did not have my usual pedal to the metal mentality with sporadic distraught this semester. Diligently, I am still in search of the perfect approach to graduate school. I left my non-profit job (bilingual case manager) of three years for an employment-based practicum (part-time hospital case manager) only to leave that job for my return to mental health (Health Link case manager) within the semester. Shockingly, working less hours did not benefit me at all, my sleep increased to unproductive exuberance, and my finances severely decreased. Even though I found myself penniless during the semester there was a silver lining, I found my way back to full-time employment in an organization that provides mental health services and substance abuse treatment. And this is what I have wanted to do since I moved to Tennessee four years ago. Working in mental health is what I have done the most in my career and have enjoyed the best.

So on to next semester! If I recoup my pennies on time.

Like An Old Friend

I am midway through Spring Semester 2025, and I feel like I have just woken up from a lucid dream. I am forty, jaded, and disillusioned. I had a tough time adjusting to the changes this semester. Fortunately, it is only the midway point through the semester. Working part-time was not a clever idea. Therefore, I am leaving my part-time job in healthcare for a full-time job in behavioral health (you’re like an old friend come and see again - Rancid). I have been wanting to return to the behavioral health field since I left Texas and now, I have that opportunity. My plan at the beginning of this semester was to work part-time and go to school full-time but that plan diminished like my account balance, so I had to pivot. Just some more challenges for a forty-year-old graduate student. I do not know if it is because I am in my forties, but my priorities have changed. I feel the necessity to take responsibility for my physical and mental health. Medical screenings and due dates are instinctively written in my planner. SSRIs have replaced alcohol, therapists have replaced bartenders, and implementing regular exercise and a DASH diet to combat cardiovascular health has become my new personal legend. Moreover, I started my search for camaraderie. I have not been able to foster the ability to create new friends in my forties and more since I moved from my hometown. I am learning that relationships are important, there are times to need to speak to someone other than your wife. Overall, I am excited about the unknown. I start my new job in a few weeks. And I have the sunshine and spring to look forward to. Like always, I will keep looking for what is golden and eternal.