This weekend was a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. It came after a stressful week at my internships which didn't really help the situation. I had a great day Friday, class was fun, and the weekly trip to Ebenezer's Coffee house brought a smile to my face. This alleviated some of my stress, but definitely not all of it.
I went into the weekend rather optimistically and Saturday actually began on a high note. It started with a morning trip to the supermarket with Sonja and Kaitlin (girls in my program) provided by my mentor Jamie. This wonderful turn of events meant that we did not have to trek all the way back to the Dellenback Center with our groceries as Jamie drove us there and back - quite a treat I might add! I came along on the trip even though I only needed a few things.
The Grocery store is when the weekend stresses began. Safeway wouldn't take my check because it was from out of state (quite annoying), so I had to borrow a bit of cash from Kaitlin. Not really a problem, but definitely not a great part of my day.
After that, the day picked up again when Jamie took us out to lunch at the delicious Taylor Deli. It's this really modern Philadelphia style deli over on H street known for great hoagies and the cute little Italian market inside of the store. The four of us got two 12" subs, an arugula salad with cherry tomatoes and a side of fried risotto balls. Such a feast!
When we sat down, we split up the food, and each of us got a piece from each sub. One was a chicken cutlet sandwich with marinara and mozzarella, quite tasty! The other was another chicken cutlet sandwich, but with goat cheese and pesto, my personal favorite of the two. As we ate, we chatted about random things and savored the delicious food. It was fantastic, and let me tell you, mouth-watering is not adequate enough to describe the way that store smelled.
When we finished our food we headed back out to Jamie's car. Typically when going around the city I don't use a purse as it's just another thing to carry, so I didn't think about it when I walked out without one. As I walked down the sidewalk, I reached into my pocket for my phone, only to realize I didn't have it. I also didn't have my little vera-bradley id case with all my cards and my keys. Uh-oh!
Luckily, I had been out of the store for less than a minute so my purse was quite safe on the back of my chair. I was glad I noticed so quickly, but still stressed about what could have happened.
When we finally got back to the apartments, I was in a pretty good mood. I had cereal, fruit and cheese sticks again, and it seemed all would be good. I was planning on heading out to the Smithsonian museums later on with some other girls for the day, rather chill, but still doing something in the city. But then I got a phone call from my mom asking about my finances which needed to be resolved.
So, after spending the next two hours switching between chatting with my mother and my highly annoying bank, my stress level was back up. Without getting too much into the details let me just say it was not a good situation. I pretty much bawled my eyes out and had absolutely no motivation to do anything. I cancelled my plans for the day and crawled into bed to watch girly movies for the next couple hours. Not my best decision; it only seemed to make me more depressed.
I finally dragged myself out of bed when a friend of mine called. I spent a good hour and a half on the phone. It was a good conversation, very light hearted, and it ended up cheering me up to the point where I felt normal. A big improvement from just a few hours before.
Sunday dawned a little better, a little brighter, but much sicker. I seemed to develop a cold overnight, not exactly a mood picker upper. I ended up being a lazy "bed-side baptist" as some would say, choosing to skip church in favor of sleep. I spent the day doing much of what I had done the day before; chilling, movie watching and just hanging out. The best part of the day though, was taking advantage of the rooftop deck. I went up there just to get a little time to myself. I wrote in my journal, caught up on some Bible reading, listened to music and just prayed. It was quite a peaceful experience for me personally although the wind was whipping up a storm. (The picture above shows it at a bit of a calm moment )
And now here it is, Monday night, the end of what I consider the weekend (before I have internship again) and I'm still hanging on for the ride. I got a story folder back today with a grade that I'm not personally satisfied with, and turned in another one that I'm sure will have the same result. I'm still trying to lean on the high points of this time here and what I'm learning to get me through; but thats nowhere near enough, and thats what I'm learning.
I can't get through this semester on my own, I need my friends and family to lean on, and most of all, I need to trust that God is holding my life in his hands and will never let me go. Its something I'm working on realizing and being able to cling to. It's a struggle to get to that point; a roller coaster even, but it will be worth it in the end. And each point, no matter high or low, should be treasured equally, and lived to its fullest. And thats how I should spend my weekends instead of wallowing in self pity, concealing myself from the world.
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