This brief recap is in honor of the Ides of March, which is in two days. What better time to pause and fill you in on the full gamut of emotions, travel, and thoughts.
January began with my first speeding ticket in four years; the state cop was a jerk and made me think my year was off to a fairly poor start. That all changed as I found myself on a ski trip in Michigan and then off for a quick jaunt down to Fort Myers to see my grandparents (who tried very hard to convince me to become a librarian at Gulf Coast U). Nothing better than Florida in the dead of Indiana winter. Much thanks to them for making that get-away possible.
February found me completely enthralled with this boy
and unable to concentrate on much else.As you may have seen on previous posts, Kyle and I went to the Exotic Cat Rescue Center and experienced a new-to-us fabulous dining establishment in downtown Indy called BARcelona Tapas. Delicious beyond comparison -- perhaps even better than Vito's (I know, Ev, please don't judge me).
March has me still running and trying to catch my breath. I took on the role of Slide Editor (with the help of Liz and Sara) at church, in order to make sure we're giving proper attribution to songwriters and to help lessen editorial distractions during the music portion of the service. During the first weekend in March, I entertained two out-of-town friends that I hadn't seen in months--reconnecting with them was essential and so much fun. Shortly thereafter, I passed out on my bathroom floor for no apparent reason. A strange set of symptoms accompanied the episode and lasted for over a week, leaving many of us pretty concerned. Add into that mix, the decision-making process for taking or leaving a job, trying to figure out current and life priorities...all the important things, and it might make sense why my TMJ is acting up.
Outside of major life decisions, throw in a weekly Bible study, a weekly small group, church, weekly late night of work, a bi-weekly writing group, working a few Saturdays, designing and sewing two aprons, dinners, movie marathons, and game nights with friends, two phenomenal concerts for artists I did not previously know, catching up with three very long lost friends, keeping up with Lost (the best TV show ever), and you may begin to see why I'm wiped out.
One thing has remained constant: I know God is faithful. I cling to that as if I have nothing else, because, really, I have little other assurance of anything. Each impossible choice I've had to make, each wonderful moment of discovering and drowning in new love, each step--forward or backward--has provided a "teachable moment" as we call it in academia. Though it seems the learning curve is fairly high this year, I know the lessons are applicable for a lifetime. That's some kind of reassurance.
I exist with blessings all around every day. Sometimes I forget to quit my navel-gazing in order to see them. Other times I'm so discouraged, so unsure, I forget to remember the promises: When I seek him, I will find him. When I make mistakes, he picks me up.
My constant prayer came from a verse that Emily sent my way in January. It's a great reminder that we are absolutely not in control:
"For we have no power to face this...We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you." (2 Chronicles 20:12)
Another encouragement sent my way: 1 Corinthians 2:14-16
Though I'm weary, I'm hopeful. And where there is hope, there is strength. This year has held more exciting and wonderful things for me than I imagined possible. I look forward to discovering what else it holds (as we're only 3 1/2 months into it)!
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