I spent a good portion of cellphone text credit telling my Mom about the room "crisis", uncooperative problem set partners, homesickness, ballet and dance ministry updates, internship application woes, and general feeling of loneliness and sadness. My mother replied with a single message:
"Go out and take a long walk. Sit down in that Sunken Garden and think. You know what you have to do. I will pray for you. Have you been praying? You go pray."
Ay, a walk indeed. Never failed to clear my head. At least someone still knows me and can cut through my mess of words to the real problem.
PS. Scraps of Paper and The Studio have been updated.
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