Grace in the Storm

I was so swamped last night that I forgot to blog. 😧😧😧😧😧

My bad, my few faithful followers.

It's the end of the semester and the sun is out and I'm behind on school work because #life. However, I'm doing well this week. Life is so strange and peculiar and overwhelming all at the same time. I'm learning to gentle with myself--to not be so critical of my shortcomings. I was reviewing a few papers that I received back from professors this week and I was appalled at my writing. It was just...all over the place. I managed to interrogate interesting topics and engage with the course materials, but my theses were misplaced and the quality of my writing is not what it could've been. I started to beat myself up about it--it has truly been a long and hard semester and I was mad at myself for letting the caliber of my work fall. But then I remembered something--

I MADE IT!
I made it!
I actually made it to the end (well, almost...still got 2 long papers left😩)

I was investing so much time in beating myself up that I didn't realize that my finishing the semester strong was an accomplishment. My finishing the semester at all was a victory. I'm so amazed at myself. Years from now, I will look back on this season of my life and been in awe at how much grace I exhibited and enacted under such difficult circumstances. I'm grateful. The sun is out. After work, I'm going to grab something good to eat and celebrate the victories, however small they may seem.

Come celebrate with me
that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed!

-Lucille Clifton

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