Exhalation
My latest grad school crisis has passed, once again, without any casualties. I got the "missing" (ie. lost) materials to the graduate coordinator this morning and I am still in the running for FSU's $18,000 University Fellowship. In her defense, she did look far more relieved to receive than the materials than I was to hand them in (which I thought was rather odd). This week has been filled with moments like this. Periods of crisis and release. My Advanced Shakespeare test. My University scholarship. My grad school application. And every single time, everything has straightened itself out. I received a perfect score on my test. My scholarship will be disbursed. My application is complete. I didn't handle all of these situations as calmly as I would have liked, but I still did not fall apart with panic. I made an honest attempt just to accept them and have faith that God would straighten them out. And He did.
And tonight? A birthday celebration with my friend Carla. Underworld: Evolution and, possibly, a club. And I have decided to call off of work tomorrow. I feel a little guilty for doing it (I really have very little to do this weekend and could easily fit it into my schedule), but I want to have fun tonight and not have to worry about waking up at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. And one of my supervisors did say to just take the weekend off. I must learn that it is ok to relax without guilt.
And tonight? A birthday celebration with my friend Carla. Underworld: Evolution and, possibly, a club. And I have decided to call off of work tomorrow. I feel a little guilty for doing it (I really have very little to do this weekend and could easily fit it into my schedule), but I want to have fun tonight and not have to worry about waking up at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. And one of my supervisors did say to just take the weekend off. I must learn that it is ok to relax without guilt.