Opposition My Friends...

I know, I know. The excuse for being busy is getting old. However, that is a true statement.

As an update in my life, my 18 wonderful CITs left on Saturday and my new group of CITs arrived on Sunday. I now am in charge of teaching and enriching only 10 CITs and now life feels like a breath of fresh air. Although I miss my 18 terribly, change is always good and I plan to continue and move forward with my life, but reflect often about those that have influenced it in the past.

I also went to Lake Compounce on Saturday with a lot of the staff at camp and it was so much fun! Lake Compounce is basically the equivalent of Lagoon, but you get FREE water and soda ALL DAY LONG! We didn't spend a lot of time there, but it was long enough as I was exhausted and the only thing I was really in the mood for was a good movie and a good night's sleep.

I also recieved a really great poem from my boss that I thought was very fitting to this time in my life- and I would imagine many people out there. I thought I would share it here. I'm not really one for poetry, but I think that this may be the exception to that.

On Joy and Sorrow
 Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. 

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. 

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.




So, basically this is a poem about opposition in life. I think that there are a lot of time in my life where I wonder why it must be so hard and difficult. However, I couldn't fully enjoy the good times if I never have the bad. I think I should try to be more thankful for my difficult times. 


There are lots of decisions that I have to make within the next few days about my fall semester. I have a lot of options, but I'm waiting for one of them to hit me in the face and yell "I'M THE ANSWER!" Unfortunately, making decisions is not one of my best qualities, however my mom reminded me last night that the Lord can make my weaknesses become strengths. 


I'll try to keep everyone updated with my life and keep in contact more often. I hope that all of you are well!