Sunday Girl

Soundtrack:

“In my mind, it’s Sunday all the time.”

By: Gabriela Yareliz

So, my dream of a rainy [omitted: humid] November came true, except for the humid part, which was part of the request. Yesterday, rain drops pelted us like bullets. Cold, stinging rain. I guess you can’t have it all. (Grin). November is here, and it’s making sure we know it. Daylight Savings gave us an extra hour, and the sky got all grey’s anatomy on us.

I wanted to take a moment to remember Hurricane Sandy, which blew our hats off from October 22, 2012 to October 31, 2012. Many people lost everything, and some have not fully recuperated all that they lost. In some cases, there are things you can’t get back. If you have ever wanted to know what it feels like to be in an apocalyptic movie, where all is chaos, trash, anguish and panic–you should of been here in NYC fall of 2012. We survived though. We made it through. Not only did we survive the psychological weirdness of a natural disaster, but we survived all the hours we had to make up (because of the hurricane) in our first semester of law school (another type of psychological test). Almost three hours of Civil Procedure a day, anyone?

The weather yesterday and today certainly brought back memories. Yesterday, I was walking to and from church, and it felt like I was walking through a cross between hurricane and blizzard. Rain was pelting down, and the Chicagoesque wind was breaking and flipping out all of our umbrellas. I was fighting with my umbrella; my hair was strewn across my face, wet and sticky– blinding me; and I was getting soaked and laughing at myself. I remembered the week without power in the cold darkness the fall of 2012. Yesterday’s wind was the same bitter cold wind I faced when hiking to midtown during the Hurricane Sandy days for an outlet where I could charge my phone and call my mother to tell her I was still alive.

Here are some throwback posts from the Hurricane Sandy days:

Hurricane Sandy

Hurricane Sandy: Waiting for the Tide

Hurricane Sandy Hits and the Days After

Lower East Side: Alphabet City Though My Eyes (Post-Sandy mess documented with photos)

But, all of that is behind us. I think it’s good to think of past events where we encountered struggle to help us be grateful for what we have now.

It’s Sunday Funday, as my boxing instructor likes to say.

Here is some inspiration for the Sunday grind (which will continue into the night):

“Invest in your dream. Grind now. Shine later.”

“Learning is a gift, even when pain is your teacher.”

 “The strongest action for a woman is to love herself, be herself and shine amongst those who never believed she could.”

“The dream is free. The hustle is sold separately.”

“I can’t think of many things more attractive than a beautiful person whose beauty isn’t what actually attracts you.”

“Grind hard and be good; God will pave the way.” Manny Khoshbin

“Don’t pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” Bruce Lee

“The things you are passionate about are not random, they are your calling.” Fabienne Fredrickson

“…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” Nelson Mandela

“Sometimes, what you thought you didn’t want becomes the best thing you ever had. Trust the process, even when you don’t understand it.”

“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.” Eckhart Tolle

“Believe in what you pray for and who you pray to.”

 

Enjoy your Sunday!

Belt out a good song,

dream big,

work hard,

slow down,

catch up with family,

stay warm,

and smile.

Tomorrow is another day with its own struggle, as my mom always reminds me, live today.

 

 

[Awesome images from http://gilmored.tumblr.com/]