Flowers, trees and jobs — OH, MY!

 Eternal optimist that I can be, the spring is just THAT more beautiful in Boston. Nothing beats walking past barren trees and bushes and then stumbling upon a small bunch of flowers just starting to bloom.

There was one morning last year where a classmate and I were walking past some pretty yellow flowers on our way to class. I just took a moment, leaned over and just took an extra whiff of the pretty flowers. And then he said to me, "I like that you stop and smell the flowers." The walk itself was nothing terribly exciting, but it became an event that was a great way to start the day.

I try and not rush from one thing to the next. Life fascinates me. The journey toward the destination is more fun than racing through to the end. I make a lot of pit stops in life and on the road because if I rushed, I'd miss those buds on the tree branches and breeze past those flowers.

This spring I am feeling ready to pause and take an extra breath in because of the harsh winter of writing and editing that I finished. I estimated that I spent about a dozen hours a week working on my synthesis project most weeks except for Christmas week and another week this semester. Now, I"m feeling ready to do a long exhale.

There are a little more than 60 days until graduation and who knows what will happen after that. It could be a job on college campus or at a high school. Or it could be working in a diocese. I'm pushing those thoughts of work away just a little longer to watch the flowers bloom.