As Elle Woods once said, "Congratulations [intern] class of [2012], We Did It!!!" I've never been so proud, or honored. Or exhausted...at least I thought. Until the next morning, at 8 am I found myself bound for the Bronx. I was handing out high fives like candy. Self-appointed team cheerleader all the way. 15 tons of produce, 3 hours of lifting 35 lb watermelon, 700 people later...my eyes could no longer focus as I trudged home. I've found that when you reach the point of total exhaustion, you really only have two choices: take a nap. or workout. Obviously, the gym won out. As I ran on the treadmill, I had the entire gym to myself. I realized that over the past week, this was the only 2 hours I've had all to myself. What a week. One of my favorite songs, "Delirious" came on as I headed home from the gym. Appropriate.
When Sunday rolled around, I half-wished I could take 5 days on a tiny island in the middle of the caribbean. No cell coverage, no men (sorry!), nothing but waves crashing on the beach and lots of time to sleep and read. The only problem with this plan is, the faster you go the less you want to slow down. And the more you work, the more you want to play, and the more sleep you want to give up. I just sent a list to my parents of what I want to do in PC, and my dad wrote back that he will need a vacation after my visit. This coming from the man that looks better at (almost) 50 than he did when he was 30!! Can't wait to cheer him on at his race. Followed up by racing horses through the mountains.
This week's sunday lesson was on revelation and meekness. Both interesting topics. Key points I took away were that, 1. heavenly father knows me best; he has a plan for me, and that it's really best if I get lost in the day to day of life rather that stress early. Operating on trust and faith, while so hard in the short-term, is well worth it in the long-term.
Second, some of the strongest men in history have been meek. Meek is not a weakness. It's controlled strength. It is utilizing control over incredible amounts of power. What an interesting and fun concept, one that I hadn't thought of before. Then we talked about what it means to turn the other cheek. In the "olden" days, to hit someone with the back of your hand was an insult. But to turn the cheek is actually strength. For one thing, you aren't showing the same cheek that was injured, and secondly, for the hand to strike you again, it has to come back towards you, palm side...which is a sign of friendship.
Sunday was also the end of the Olympics. Kim, who is beyond incredible (and not just at lifting watermelon), sent me this article today, about the soul of the Olympics by Frank Bruni, a New York Times writer. I may have felt too much soul today as the article immediately brought me to tears, but...here are some key points, which I believe to be absolutely true:
"...the Olympics have affirmed that human potential is just about infinite and that the human soul is good. They’ve presented two solid weeks of parables, most of which underscored the great rewards possible when great risk is taken and the prospect of glory on the far side of sacrifice.
The Olympics have reminded us that any grand achievement begins with a leap of faith and draws lavishly from a wellspring of pure confidence. And that what has been accomplished to date has no bearing on what can be accomplished in time."
Love,
Lo
P.S. more pics from Europe!
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