So I recently lost my research assistant job. I suspect foul play, because I never got a straight answer of why and it kind of came out of the blue. But even still, it's not worth bitching about to the powers that be, nor would that change the fact that I am, once again, without income. Fortunately I have other options for that.
But despite the loss of that job, my internship is going very, very well. I have numerous projects going on and the office is very friendly. Today I was working and it started raining. Since I ride my bike the five miles to the hospital, I decided to make it a later night than normal and finish up some loose ends on projects I've been working on. Then it happened: the clouds broke, the rain let up, and I could see blue sky through my window. I took the opportunity and hurried out the door. However, in the time it took me to re-inflate my tire (I've been riding to work and back on a holey tire...so I have to carry a pump all the time) it started drizzling again. No big deal, I figured it would pass soon enough. And it did. However, I have to bike one mile south and then four miles west-southwest back to my apartment. The mile south was fine...nothing more than a slight drizzle. However, once I started going west I realized that the break in the clouds was just a small slit, and I was sufficiently south that the break in the rain was not above me. As I kept riding, the rain was getting worse and worse. Finally, with about two miles to go, I caught up to the storm I had seen pass earlier. Rain was pelting my bare back and it hurt. I could barely see since rain was (a.) coming down so hard it made a translucent wall and (b.) was running into my eyes, drying out my contacts. Squinting as my dress pants got soaked through and through, I finally made it back to my apartment. Suffice to say, there were pools in my shoes.
Along my ride through the storm, I had a couple epiphonies:
1.) Ask for joy, and God will give it to you. Not happiness necessarily, but unadulterated joy. It's like a drug that raises your sense of apathy towards adversity and lets you push on.
2.) When going through a storm (literal or metaphorical) it can me hard to see. Your vision is clouded and you can't see what's going on around you. You can only see just far enough to see what's directly in front of you, and using only that information, you can't always make the wisest choices regarding how to get around puddles. The more you try to avoid the puddles the more the storm will get you wet...wetter than if you have just powered through the puddles (mini-struggles).
3.) At the end of the day, there is always a place to go home to. It's warm, dry, and has fresh clothes. For me, that place happened to be an apartment, in the metaphor...well, I'll let you figure that out; there are several correct answers.
The Blacksheep sends his Love.
Comments (6)
amazing. :) recced. nothing more to say!
Got here through OhItWontBeForever's rec. This is a stunning post.
I feel so much better about life now, after reading this post.
Thank you <3
Lovely. It was really nice to read =)
@OhItWontBeForever - Thank you :)
@endlesslysummer - I'm even more glad she rec'd now,
I'm glad you thought it was "stunning," I'm flattered, you may want to consider reading more, since there are numerous authors far better than I...On this same vein of topic I'd recommend Buechner and Lewis. :P
@rocky_horror_fun - Haha, I'm glad...and curious, why is that?
@suicidalspirit - :) Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
@sheepthatsblack - Because it was uplifting and it's like reading a book, when the character has finally made some form of peace and you just feel better because you can stop stressing with them. I'm happy when you're happy, I'm sad when you're sad, it's that kind of thing.
Which is silly since it's just Xanga.