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Weekly Gratitude

Shout out to you, Lauren Morton-Farmer!  Lauren has a wonderful blog on which she writes, among many good things, a weekly gratitude post.  I hope you don't mind, Lauren, but I am stealing the idea and want to do the same.  I think it's the best answer to any kind of stress or sadness; it's probably the virtue that is farthest from my grasp right now.  

Right now I am grateful for my friends at Yale.  I admit, there have been some lonely times here this semester  Especially lately - the sun goes down so early these days, and I find myself in my apartment alone nearly all the time it seems.  Today was a little anxiety-ridden as I calculated how many hours remain until all my papers are due and my finals must be taken (note to grad students: don't do this).  

Tonight was the Advent Party at the Divinity School.  There was a big Advent service in the chapel and then a party to follow.  Marquand chapel looked beautiful all decked out in Christmas lights and purple Advent candles.  There were no seats left when I got there, so I headed up to the balcony.  It was so pleasant to look out over the beautiful room and watch the service from above.  

A few minutes into the service, however, I started panicking that I wasn't working.  After a few minutes of struggle, I left the balcony and headed downstairs with Deconstructing Radical Orthodoxy to try to sort out this Aquinas-Derrida issue a little bit better.  It felt better to be working, but still not great.  

The party began after the service concluded, and when I heard people milling around I went upstairs to check it out.  I had a friend offer to let me lock up my computer in his locker, people offered to get me drinks, and I wasn't able to turn around without hearing a really encouraging pep-talk.  There was my advisor, some new friends I'm taking classes with next semester, and the core group of people I've grown to love this term.  I was soon coaxed into hitting the dance floor, and before I knew it I just felt great.  So for my Yale friends: no, they haven't known me for my whole life, but I'm starting to feel like I am cared about here, and that I care about other people too.  


  1. Miss Catherine... This makes me so happy :) I actually swiped the idea from Heidi (McDonald) Hagens. I agree, it's a wonderful way to push stress and sadness away. Let me just say that it's been a rough day here and this totally brought a smile to my face.

    Happy Winter, stay warm, stay happy, stay loved!


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