I Won't Whine if I Can Wine

So I've been doing a lot of moping around lately.  

"Oh!  I'm so stressed!"

"Oh, I have to get up at 5 a.m.!  For the 24th day in a row!"

"Oh, I have to work through my favorite Olympic events so I can finish a paper!"

"Oh, I'm so tired of hearing myself talk and complain."

I'm giving up complaining for Lent.  I was going to give up wine (what WAS I thinking?!).  But I did decide to give up whine.  Whining is not helping anyone and it's making me feel like crap.  

So I've decided to stop whining.  And keep wining.  In moderation, of course.

We found this little liquor store that actually ended up having a stellar wine selection.  We don't have a cellar but I've found that having a full wine fridge is a step in the right direction.  Wine makes me slow down.  I take better notice of my breathing and overall existence.  It slows my pace after a frenetic week and a glass of wine on a Friday night makes me melt back into a human being.

Then again, so does tea.  We've become fanatics of Teavana.  I really like the strawberrry lemonade and peach tranquility.  Just a little while ago, Jack made a Samauri chai in the ol' teapot.  It smelled like holidays, with the cinnamon and chai smells.  

But Jack ambled into the living room and proclaimed that the tea tasted like clowns.

I choked back a chuckle- "as in, Stephen King's clowns?" 

Oh, Jack.  

I came home tonight to a big present from a nun I used to work with (and for).  It just felt special to get a present at home from a nun.  Aren't I the one who should be buying the nuns presents?  Whoops.

Presents and cooked clowns.  The life we live....

This last weekend, we went to visit Vera and Mr. Vera in Chicago.  I hadn't been up to Chicago since November.  The whole time we drove up the interstate, I sang in my head (okay, and out loud), "Sweet Home Chicago."  Even though we have lived in Indianapolis for a year, I still feel more at home in Chicago.  And I'm from SB.  We've moved so many times that I'm not always sure WHERE I feel at home most.  On the way home back to Indy last night, Jack and I reflected on this.  The only constant in our lives has been change.  I'd kinda like to have a regular home for a while.  At least a year.

But we fell right back into our old routine in Chicago.  Excellent food, stellar wine [more wine!  What did you expect from me when I've been working 75 hours a week?!], and even more stellar friends.  Life is so much better when you have awesome friends.  

Friends are family that you choose.  

Friends like these get you through the crap life throws your way.  The Joint Commission is at work this week and today was probably the only day I didn't need tennis shoes with my suit.  Tomorrow and Wednesday will be nuts as I escort surveyors around the campuses.  Oh, fun.  

[See, I'm going to have to work on this whole not whining thing!]

Long story short, I am trying to look at the proverbial bright side.  Instead of complaining that my beach house has 178 steps I have to climb, I should be grateful that I even have a beach house.  Kind of a wanky metaphor, but instead of complaining how hard my life is, I'm trying to rejoice in the opportunities and learning experiences I have each day.  

No whining.  Just wining.  

Wait, I Guess That's Me, Too

I'm on a quick, much-needed break from having studied Aquinas for the last three hours without a break.  This stuff's deep.  While I love theology and the philosophical logic needed to study it well, it's exhausting.  

[I've also noticed that when I'm in school, I blog more often.  Must be a procrastinatory measure!]

Anyway, I survived Wednesday but had a couple interesting revelations.  After a long day at work, I found my way to the IUPUI campus, to the School of Nursing building.  It was an older building and reminded me of the buildings I frequented during my first two degrees.  You slog through these classes, lost among the trees in the forest, just trying to survive each day, week, semester.  

I watched students slogging through the hallways, shoulders already weary from the weight of life obligations and the burning drive to finish their respective degree programs.  The air hangs heavy with exhaustion and perseverance as everyone's collectively already looking forward to May.  

I will be working with a group of five graduate students at work, as they seek to understand and fix some perplexing problems in the hospital.  It's a real-life practicum.  But those students held up a mirror for me; I remember when I was that exhausted grad student, just trying to survive the daily grind of a full-time job, school, and a marriage/family/friends, all while sneaking in a workout or two to keep my waist in shape.  

I looked back on those few years with some nostalgia.  I remembered the days when I'd leave the house at 7 am (in the dark) and get home at 9 pm (in the dark).  When I had classes on Tuesday and Wednesday, I did not see the sun between Monday evening and Thursday morning.  Oftentimes, I'd glance at the clock in my car and see 7:13 and have to legitimately wonder if it meant "AM" or "PM."  

As I walked through campus Wednesday night, trying to use my trench coat to shield me from the freezing winds, I envied the grad students.  They're getting such an exercise in endurance and perseverence!  They're filling their minds with knowledge and actively trying to better themselves!  I sort of wished I was in school again.

Then it dawned on me...I *AM* in school again.  Maybe I'm still in denial about having to read a good chunk of the Summa in 16 weeks.  But as I drove home through downtown Indianapolis (knowing my way around well enough already to not need Siri), I felt grateful for the crazy challenge of Thomas Aquinas.  Because like those grad students I met, I'm back in that same place of honing my own endurance and perseverence - knowing that these difficult times make me stronger for whatever lies ahead.