This morning, there were two things on the brain.
I don’t normally like to eat and read all at the same time, but I did just that today.
Well. That is, if you count studying the t-stops to Beth Israel Hospital in Boston as “reading.”
Part of the dietetic internship involves traveling to various places and listening to different lecturers and speakers. Today, Beth Israel Hospital in Boston was having a day-long lecture on the topic of Obesity (and how to best manage it,) self esteem issues in the adolescent, and more.
This all brings me to the second thing on my brain: making my way through Boston. A solo journey. Normally, this kind of thing is deemed as fun and exciting, and it really doesn’t bother me in the slightest. If I get lost, I get lost. What’s the worst that could happen, really? I end up in Canada? That’s okay. I like Canada.
(FYI, this is not my own picture. And Boston is not currently seeing this much sunlight. )
Even though I’m not afraid of getting lost, I do hate, hate, hate showing up late to any sort of event or conference. It’s one of my own personal little pet peeves. And so, with a time schedule looming over me, I felt slightly anxious and nervous.
That was when my dad asked me with a smile, “Sarah, it’s not a big deal. What are they going to do if you show up a little late? Yell at you?” I thought about this, realizing how silly I was for worrying about things that were completely out of my control (what if the T is running late??? What if I get a flat tire and can’t make it on time? What…)
I thank my dad for always having the ability to just shrug something off, because that is exactly what I decided to do from that point on. And then I just enjoyed the trip into Boston. Reading during a 30 minute ride on the subway. People watching. Feeling deliciously independent as I walked into the lecture hall of Beth Israel Hospital (completely on time, I might add.) Soaking up all the little bits of information like a sponge. Walking home with a tall soy gingerbread latte from Starbucks.
Lesson Learned: Relax. Breath. And realize that it’s okay to not always have control over everything. This is what makes life interesting.
Question: How do you handle life’s little stresses?