God is abounding in grace and mercy. I am testament to this. Well, we all are. But let me be a little narcissistic as it is my website.
I'm a grad school student. I just moved to Washington DC area. And I am coming off a hot mess phase of life. I always assume moving is a snap. Then I move, and I remember why it is NOT in fact a snap. Saying goodbye, quitting your job, moving, moving fees, finding a place, finding a roommate. And then there's second semester starting too. Everything must be rebuilt. And this time around, I didn't believe I was doing such a great job at the transition.
I have been feeling so frustrated about what a horrible attention span I have lately. I mean, yeah, it's funny to be called Short Bus and Windowlicker on the job. But at the end of it all, this was getting frustrating. Not the name-calling, but the constant flighty tendencies. I was seriously beginning to believe I was aging (mentally) at a horribly fast pace. Not a pleasant thought.
Working from home (and anywhere with wi-fi), it would seriously take me hours to focus in on my school texts. I'm not going to lie. The nerd in my was stoked to learn about Cytochrome P450 1A2, 3A4, skippitybop.. but toward the end of the semester, there were some courses that were kicking my.. aspirin. Hard. And truthfully, I KNOW I could have applied myself more.
So why did God still give me grace? I'm ok with going through the ringer, but I'm extremely humbled when I think about how I don't deserve to be here. And I am so thankful for that.
I'm a grad school student. I just moved to Washington DC area. And I am coming off a hot mess phase of life. I always assume moving is a snap. Then I move, and I remember why it is NOT in fact a snap. Saying goodbye, quitting your job, moving, moving fees, finding a place, finding a roommate. And then there's second semester starting too. Everything must be rebuilt. And this time around, I didn't believe I was doing such a great job at the transition.
I have been feeling so frustrated about what a horrible attention span I have lately. I mean, yeah, it's funny to be called Short Bus and Windowlicker on the job. But at the end of it all, this was getting frustrating. Not the name-calling, but the constant flighty tendencies. I was seriously beginning to believe I was aging (mentally) at a horribly fast pace. Not a pleasant thought.
Working from home (and anywhere with wi-fi), it would seriously take me hours to focus in on my school texts. I'm not going to lie. The nerd in my was stoked to learn about Cytochrome P450 1A2, 3A4, skippitybop.. but toward the end of the semester, there were some courses that were kicking my.. aspirin. Hard. And truthfully, I KNOW I could have applied myself more.
So why did God still give me grace? I'm ok with going through the ringer, but I'm extremely humbled when I think about how I don't deserve to be here. And I am so thankful for that.
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