I would like to tell you all a story.
My grandmother (super freaking adorable) collects our family's water bottles in order to return them for change. It's a thing of hers. My mother, grandmother and I went to the bottle exchange/return center yesterday. My grandmother did her thing -- waited in line, exchanged bottles for cash, etc. My mother and I waited in the car. As she finished up her business, a white car pulled up to the return station.
As the car pulled up, my grandmother started walking toward it. I turned to my mother who was in our silver car with me and I said, "Mom, I think Grandma's going to get into the car." My mother could see the same thing and she started to roll down her window, but it was too late. My grandmother opened the white car's door and realized her mistake. She laughed and apologized to the elderly gentleman as my mother was yelling out her window, "Mom! We're over here! Mom!"
My grandmother begins walking towards our car and I can't even begin to tell you how hard I was laughing. I saw the whole thing happen and it was one of those situations that's too perfect and too surreal for words. For a second, I thought we were in a movie.
The moral of this story is to tell you that it is the absurdly small moments that help me realize that getting rejected from four schools (with presumably no good news on the way) is fine. I've got time on my hands. I'll apply next year -- a year older, a year wiser, and with prettier teeth. Everything happens and at this point, I'm just learning to relish in the good moments that arise every day. It's much easier said than done but honestly. Just thinking about what happened yesterday still makes me laugh.
And as my dad likes to say, "laughter is the best medicine."