Twenty five

I have 362 more days of being 25.  I am a quarter of a century old.  I have just entered a year of my life that will be marked by dramatic change and transition.  I'm excited by possibility and scared of disappointment.

I am so thankful that Laura and Verna were able to be with me this weekend.  We had an AMAZING time.  On Monday we went to London and enjoyed drinks at the Ritz and then enjoyed "Phantom of the Opera" in the West End.  I probably won't have a birthday this eventful or cultured in quite a long time. . .  I will undoubtedly cherish the memories of 3 May 2010.

I've had an up and down week.  The anxiety of all of the assignment stuff had me at my WITS END by yesterday afternoon.  Seriously "will we get to go to DC" goes through my head ALL DAY LONG and has started to be the subject of my dreams at night.  The stress was inescapable.  The anxiety and adrenaline was completely burning me out and I really was unsure how many more weeks I could manage in the valley of the unknown.  I sent a freak-out email to my mom yesterday, to which she gave a brilliant reply that scooped me up AND challenged me to get my thinking back on track.  The sentence of her message that made me stop dead in my tracks and think was:  He's either on the throne or He's not.  You need to decide which one it is for you.  - There's a challenge to take with me the next 362 days!  Care to join me?