rough week

Internships and scary things

Hey there!

I mentioned in my last post that I was interviewing for an internship. I didn’t get the internship position. That was the second internship that I inquired about and didn’t get accepted into.

I was definitely bummed and spent a day feeling bad about myself. At the same time, I realized that God is going to bring the right opportunities into my life at the right time. I probably would have been really stressed out if I was doing a full time internship while also taking a full course load. I also know that He heals the sting of rejection.

Needless to say, I’ve had a little bit of a rough week. I got a C on a meteorology test, lost a windshield wiper while I was driving (no clue how that happened), and my dog had diarrhea in my bedroom (tmi?). Oh well. None of the things that happened to me were a big deal in the grand scheme of life, but here’s to hoping this week is much better!

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Some pictures from my week:

Lily

Lily. I just don’t know about her sometimes. I find her doing the most random things.

Variety is the spice of life. Chocolate pancake with chocolate chips and blueberry, strawberry, and red sugar pancakes. Pancakes make life better.

Variety is the spice of life. Chocolate pancake with chocolate chips and blueberry, strawberry, and red sugar pancakes. Pancakes make life better.

I had Dunkin' Donuts coffee for the first time on Friday. The verdict? Yum!

I had Dunkin’ Donuts coffee for the first time on Friday. The verdict? Yum!

The sky was gorgeous on my way home from campus earlier in the week.

The sky was gorgeous on my drive home from campus earlier in the week.

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So, I have been thinking about rejoining gymnastics. How random is that?!

I used to be a competitive gymnast when I was younger. Sometimes I can’t believe the crazy flips I used to do–I wonder how I was brave enough to just throw myself into flips on a balance beam and other equipment. Now, I’m not sure if I would do even half of the tricks I used to do.

Anyways, I saw that the club I used to belong to is now going to be offering an adult class once a week starting in March.

I realized that rejoining gymnastics could be considered a part of one of my New Year’s resolutions: do things that scare me. Why does rejoining gymnastics scare me? Well, I don’t want to break my neck (or any bones), and I don’t feel as if I have the time to devote to it. But I know that I do. And I have a feeling I’ll really enjoy it.

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What is something that you want to do that scares you?