Mmmmmm a moment of peace.
One of my professors said that if we devote as much time as we should to the material, we will have little time for anything else.
I've seen already, after 4 days, just how true his statement is.
I enjoy learning. The material is interesting. I have a sense of 'if I can do this, I can do anything.'
I was going to have a really long day at the law school building, 8:40 a.m. - 7 p.m. I have four classes today and two 3-hour time blocks between the classes; 11-2 I have no class, & from 3-6 I have no class. At 11 I worked during the time block. I was going to work at 3 too, but had left my book at home.
No big deal. I'll get it done. The drive back to my apartment is kind of long but I needed the time to relax, to not read, to not brief cases. I need to be steady, and do not need to become so absorbed that I become burned out and worn out this early in the game. Perhaps one day I will be one of the looney tunes who can pull a 10 hour day at the law school building, but today - day 4 - was not one of them.
This first week has been a blur.
Everything I've heard is correct: there IS so much material. Lots of complex material. Making the most of time, and not wasting it, is key.
This week Clint came to visit. I am so glad we got to spend time together, though this visit was much, much different from his 9 visits to Furman.
For one, I had to do homework. Lots and lots, hours and hours, worth of homework.
We did, however, go to the zoo because afternoons at the Memphis Zoo on Tuesday are free. I liked the wombat & the penguins & lions & pumbas & flamingos & polar bears & armadillo (it was running around in a loop like Loca often does).
Clint cooked us dinner while I studied Tuesday night, Wednesday I was at class pretty much all day (9-3) but when I returned we went to the grocery store and cooked the pepper dish I made the other night but improved it for sure!
Clint & Alli's stuffed peppers3 green bell peppers, stems cut off & cut in half vertically
chicken (the chicken we bought had been marinated in Italian dressing)
rice mix (had peas and carrots in the mix)
1 cob of corn
1 carrot
some chunky salsa
Grinded it all up in the Magic Bullet, baked in a shallow pan in the oven, 375 degrees for 25 minutes, and voila, a feast was had!
Paired quite nicely with rose wine, Frank Sinatra, a darling boyfriend, and a best friend of 20 years.
Clint left when I left this morning around 8:15 so the visit was very short and very sweet. Clint liked Memphis. He likes Mud Island and the Harbor Town area; said it reminded him of a mini Charleston. And, he said he took a deep breath of relief crossing the bridge coming to Mud Island from the city. I love crossing over the bridge.
Maybe next time we will walk along the river or go to the Peabody. Maybe a weekend visit would be a better idea. On Fridays I only have two classes, but early in the week, I am swamped. You live and you learn, right?
Jessie wrote recently:
You are who you are; you are how you behave, what you feel, and what you love.We are undefinable as Jessie muses; shades of gray and blurs at best, ever changing as new information and habits are acquired and the old fade or are unlearned. Are we really the same one day to the next? And if not, does that mean I can't expect someone I haven't seen in a week, or a month, to be the same because their eyes have seen and their worlds have been expanded, though these things have added to the sweet reference point and familiarity from which I know them.
It is easy to think 'I am stronger, better, xyz than I was yesterday, a year ago, 5 years ago,' but that process is so hard to trace, and certain moments - signposts - mark the change. But the process is a blur and hard to trace.
Realizations about the strength you never thought you had, your ideas about God, your family, life, inspiration, come at the most random time from the most random sources, I've found. Moments when you see yourself as you - not what you don't have, or don't have anymore, and not who you wish you were but
who you are - and are thankful. Moments. Moments when you don't resent someone for their weaknesses or regard them for their strengths but appreciate their being - that they are who they are, the good and the bad, the weak and the strong. Moments when you learn to admire, not envy.
Thank you Jesus, I can see, you change me. One day to the next. I am not the same. I may take one step forward and two steps back, but you are with me propelling me onwards.
On Twitter the other day someone wrote 'whatever you're stressed about think, will this matter in a week? in a year?' and that statement had a profound impact on me. Little things like that.
Who are you? You are who you are, what you feel, what you love.
Yup. This is what happens when I listen to my 'peace' playlist. Problems seem more manageable and I feel, well, peaceful.
My grandmother shared this prayer with me, of which I have typed excerpts:
Lord thank you for my uniqueness for making me how I am
For giving me freedom to live my life and be who I find I am
You said to love others as I love me - that means I must accept who I am
Continue to show me you think I'm OK - when I'm up, down, or just in between
Help me as I struggle to really be me to be open and honest with myself
Support me as I risk letting others see me sharing hurts as well as the comforts