What to do with unfulfilled promises
I love rain in the summer. Recently, I was outside enjoying a light shower. I relished the coolness and was looking for rainbows. Suddenly, I got hit with something. A deep ache rose up in me. Oh, how I wanted to be back in Uganda. As I mused on it, tears came to my eyes. This wasn't a new feeling, but it'd been a while. I've been back from Africa for a month and a half. My time has become more and more consumed with school-year preparations. As I stood in the rain, tears welling in my eyes, I realized I had a choice. Actually, I had a few choices. My first response was to just shut the feeling down. I'm not there, and won't be for a while. Why subject myself to avoidable pain by dwelling on what I don't have? Anybody been there? Another option was to dive deep into the emotion. I could sigh and cry about what I think I'm missing. Anybody been there ? I decided to try something totally different. I looked past the city sky to my memories of...