Friends, last week was a tough one. I think I cried more last week than I have in the past six months. I worked a fifteen hour day and then a twelve hour day. While I held it together at work, home was another story. Financial woes and a small tragedy that struck a friend left me shaken. I let my fears and doubts overrun me and by the end of the week, I was a little shell of myself.
Thankfully, a good night's sleep can cure most anything and Saturday morning greeted me with renewed resolve.
While I would like to distance myself as much as possible from the happenings of last week, I do hold a bit of gratitude. At my work, we often talk to students about the importance of resiliency. Of the ability to face life's battles and to continue moving forward, no matter what. To never give up. As I face some of my own battles, I am constantly reminded of how little resiliency I previously possessed. These tough moments are shaping me into the kind of girl I always hoped I'd be. A girl who, while knowing life's darker side, still believes in the goodness of each person and of the world as a whole. Cynicism is an easy escape and one I'm often tempted into, but I hope that when the end of my life does inevitably come that I will be remembered as one who kept on and believed, despite it all.
And so I'm putting on my brave face. And I'm choosing to believe that if I work hard enough and love more and continue moving forward that eventually, eventually something good will come my way. In the meantime, I am building my patience, my resilience, my perseverance. All traits which I have always admired but rarely possessed.
And if for some reason that good fortune doesn't ever find me, at least I can rest in the knowledge that I never let darkness overcome me and that I became exactly who I wanted to be.