Tears of Joy

What a fantastic weekend. First of all, it came after a really great work week-I am loving the new job and the new team I get to work with and that is a feeling I really missed.

I got up Saturday morning and went to meet the Lazer Kittens for a workout which actually means-some girls from work and I are doing a Fitness Challenge sponsored by a local health club. If you check out that link I think you will see why we were picked. So we got weighed and measured and tested on how long we can hang out in a plank position and how many push ups we can do. I had the best run I have had in months and I promised to give up fast food, ice cream and visits to the vending machine for the next six weeks (at least-the plan is for some serious habit changing to happen during the contest!)

Then I was off to the MIT Boathouse where my friend Matt needed some help taking the Stake Young Men and Young Women out on the Charles for a sail. He gave 10 of us a crash course in Skippering and then we spent the afternoon ferrying tweens back and forth across the river. It was every bit as glorious as it sounds-perfect weather, just enough wind, enough of a sunburn to show that summer is totally here.




Once we got 20 boats taken down and put away we went and met up with my roommate Brenda for delicious dinner at a new place a neighborhood I've been meaning to explore. Then I went over to Natalie's and crafted just enough to prove that I do indeed have mormon girl blood in me. Then she went with me to the grocery store, making a task I seriously hate actually pretty fun.

Church was pretty great today, we are meeting in a new lovely space on loan from the Episcopal Divinity School and then a bunch of us went over to watch Roger Federer finally win that French Open that he totally deserves.

And now, my house is clean, my laundry is done, a bunch of beautiful letters rolled into my inbox today and it looks like I will be in bed before midnight.

But the most significant thing about this weekend is how good it feels just to be happy in my own life. It was a rough, rough first year here in Boston and I was honestly afraid several times that the solution was to end up curled up in a dark corner of my mother's basement. That sense of hopelessness and powerlessness is something I don't ever ever ever want to experience again. But here I am. Happy, confident, reveling in my singleness and feeling so sure that good good things are still to come in my life. I was praying for opportunities to grow my last few months in Huntington Beach and by golly folks-be careful what you wish for. Sitting here on the other side of a rough go however, I'm just thankful for the clarity that can come out of dark times. I got to face some of my worst fears about myself and I managed to survive. Maybe even thrive. We'll see.

This song came through my iTunes tonight while I was catching up on email. It's been one of my favorites for a long time and today it just straight up made me cry.


Hello summer. Glad to have you.