Rolling with the punches

It has been one of those weeks. One of those years, maybe. ;) Sometimes I like to think I'm emotionally stronger than average, and then I have a week like this and in my best moments I'm crying like a 15 year old. Not that it's been all bad... and for future reference I think it's worthwhile to note some of the ups and downs of this week.

1. Downs. Because you always want the bad news first.
After six years of lucky driving, I got in my first accident. To be specific, I hit another car. Even worse, it was a parked car. They shouldn't be allowed to park along the street in the first place! But I didn't think that line would go very far with the police.

Who I did call, by the way, because I try to be a good person, even at 7 in the morning when it's dark outside and hit and run sounds very attractive.

And quite justly, my car suffered much greater damages than the scratches I gave the other car.

>>>This isn't my car, it just looks more dramatic, and does a better job of conveying the message that accidents are bad.

But really, six years of close calls, and this time I wasn't even texting!

Disclaimer: naturally I have not texted while driving since it became illegal to do so. In case you were going to turn me in or something.

So now there is a dent in the car and a dent in my pride.

2. Big deal, everybody gets in a wreck at some point. So what good thing happened that made this week rather exciting?
What about having dinner with the president of your university (when the student body is around 100,000)? That would be pretty neat. And then what about him praising you as an example in his speech to 60ish new full ride scholars to the university? And what about him using multiple quotes in his speech from a paper you wrote about a study abroad trip in Spain? And then praising your whole family for their hard work and various accomplishments, including giving recognition to your mom for her successful job homeschooling?!

The whole experience was pretty much surreal. In a "why am I getting this recognition" kind of surrealness. But definitely an experience to jot down in my mental notebook and save for later :)

This picture is from the same dinner, four years earlier, when I was an incoming scholar (I'm in the first row, fifth from right). I never thought that four years later I would be sitting at Pres. McRobbie's table! Naive freshman to clueless senior.
Four years later the main thing I've learned from college is how much I don't know. 

What a week. Some things to remember forever in the part of my mind called - when hard work is rewarded. Some to forget asap and move on.

I can truly say that the only thing that got me up every morning this week was one truth - "Your mercies are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness." Bring what comes, good or bad, I am hanging on to those words - to get me through every conversation, every fear, even to get me out of bed every day of the week.

Well, I can't lie. Saturday morning I mainly got up because I knew there was a blueberry cake donut waiting for me at work. But you get my drift.