Ugh. This has already been the type of day that makes me want to put on my sunglasses, get in the PT, roll down the windows and drive away. I love my job and all the people and responsibilities involved, but this week, the stress has been getting me big time. Too many events, too many conflicts, too many proposals, etc. But, I have to tell myself that life could be much, much worse.

I have to remind myself that I have been blessed beyond measure. Today is September 12. Six years and a day since the 9/11 terrorist attacks. I can remember that day so vividly. I remember sitting with my suitemates in Walker Hall, all four of us crowded onto Karilyn’s bed, watching the news all day instead of going to classes. Except we had company rehearsal. The whole campus closed so students and faculty to reflect on what had happened, but let it be known that the American Spirit Dance Company rehearsed!

But I digress. The thing I remember most about that day, besides being forced to rehearse, was the sense of uncertainty I felt. Uncertainty about the future of our country and also the future of my relationships. Eighteen is very young.

Six years later, I’m sure glad to be alive and living the life I’m living. I’m glad that I have a relationship with Jesus Christ and I have hope that no matter how crazy this world gets, it can’t really harm me.

So, I won’t put on my sunglasses and drive away, arms extended out the windows and into the breeze. Instead, I’ll pour myself another cup of coffee and get back to work.