Monday, July 26, 2010

Summer Update

Dear life,

How are you? I haven't really seen much of you this summer. I have spent most of these past few months being too busy to stop and sniff the roses, and by sniff the roses, I mean post on this blog. I had hoped to stay active on the blog over summer, but as I became busier, I justified it with the fact that because my blog's premise was the fact that I was a student, it was OK that I ignored it during the summer.

But in fact, I have learned that a collection of my thoughts and musings is quite necessary. The collection of thoughts has been left solely to prayer, with no time to blog. But tonight, I have a small window of time before I pass out.

Life, for so long I have been thinking that I have not spent anytime living you, but as I think more, I realize we have been pals since the semester ended, I just failed to recognize you sitting right here next to me. I have been so wrapped up staring at my pink leather bound planner that I forgot you were here. Can you ever forgive me?

Now that I look back, I see that every metro ride at 7:30 in the morning, and each cup of tea consumed to keep my tired eyes focused on my laptop during the working hours, you were there, waiting for me to see you, and to see the adventure in every moment that has always existed. Thinking back, I know you where right there, when a blond haired, big blue eyed baby boy cooed so sweetly on the metro that even the scary looking ex-con with prison-quality tatoos uttered the phrase "isn't he adorable!"

You were there when I was so busy being busy that I got on the wrong metro car, and the time I forgot my badge at work and couldn't access my floor of the building. You were there when I decided to look up the daily mass times, and you were right there when I discovered a daily mass during my lunch break.

Jesus, you are my life, and too often I forget. I am swept up in the humdrum of a full time job during the day and a part time job in the evenings. You have been with me all summer, even when I fail to even recognize your presence. So, Jesus, sweet life within me, thank you for being there. Thank you for dealing with me even when I am f.i.n.e. (freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional). And please help me remember to stop and sniff the roses, whatever that means.

With as much love as my little broken heart can give,

Your workin' girl