So, I'm sitting in the basement of my dorm, waiting to find out where I'm going to room next year. And I was grumbling under my breath: " blarrrggghhhhh" And then I thought, "What a major inconvenience." And then I thought: "Correction: what an adventure." And it definitely is an adventure. Coming in freshman year and having your roommate for the year randomly chosen for you is also an adventure. I've been lucky enough that my roomie's been a comfort and a support this year. Who doesn't mind when I accidentally knock over trash bins in the room when I come in at 2:00 in the morning. That's called patience, my friends. And I think it takes a lot of that stuff to live with me.
So, now the adventure continues. So, here we sit. Casting dirty looks at any girls who mention thinking about considering eyeing the rooms where we want to live. Stressing out about how many doubles are left. Fretting. Worrying. And then, at some point, a giant wave of apathy slides over us and we cease caring. Stressing out is exhausting.
That said, it's much easier to stress out about an inconvenience than to turn it into an adventure. It's much a much lazier choice to stress out about life and it's little sorrows and setbacks than to think of them as steps of an awesome journey. Ever since the beginning of the semester, I've felt that God's leading me to a grand adventure. And then I realized: right now is the adventure. All the little triumphs and sorrows of daily life are the adventure. As Jo sings in the musical Little Woman: "My great adventure has begun." My adventure is well-underway. I'm entering into the last quarter of freshman year. This adventure has started. And I'm ready for it.
