So, I girded my loins (metaphorically, of course) and set forth to renew my perspective. I spoke with an old friend.
Wrote a handful of handwritten letters.
Watched a woefully incredible sappy movie.
Painted.
Read Hugh Nibley (that always does the trick).
And delved deeply into the Scriptures.
Each action was cleansing; each scrubbed me clean of the cynicism I have developed over the past few months. Thus refreshed, I am finding myself (re)newly able to stand against the waves of life.
Just what I need to get through finals.
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