This week, I cried. I cried a lot. I called home on the verge of tears at least 3 times, every time ending the call with a stuffy nose and red eyes. I wasn't getting enough sleep, I had too much to do, I wasn't feeling motivated, I kept messing up, and I felt like a failure.
Well, things aren't quite as bad now. I mean sure, I'm still not sleeping enough, I'm not very motivated to work hard, I can't fix any of the stupid mistakes I made, and I still feel inadequate.
The only difference from the beginning of my week and the end of my week has been attitude. At the beginning of the week, I was so focused on me and how hard everything was. I couldn't seem to see beyond myself and even consider someone else. Everything changed on Wednesday, not because it got easier, but because I had other things that mattered besides me. A friend had a birthday, my apartment complex had a big activity, I played volleyball with a bunch of friends... I could name several more things that have changed my week.
The one thing they all have in common? People. The commonality that helped me find myself again was spending time with people. That sounds really strange, but when I'm having fun with my friends or getting to know new people in exciting environments, I am so much less important than I had thought. My problems don't matter because people matter more, and to show people they matter is to spend time with them, care about them, serve them. In return, you find that the problems you thought you had are nothing in comparison to the love you feel when you're surrounded by amazing people.
