Checking my gas light...
One day a few months ago, I was having one of those days... I was finishing up my senior seminar class, my computer died, my camera was broken, and as I was driving to Wal-Mart (the only store in the small city) my windshield wiper broke and my gas light came on. Looking back, I realize that each of these were just one small thing that was not hard to fix, but at the time I thought my world was crashing down around me.
As I told my best friend, I told him about my day, ending about the gas light problem and he looked at me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and said "We call it a gas station, Robyn" At that point, I started to laugh and gained some perspective on the situation.
I would describe my first few weeks of class with this same feeling. We have our internship to worry about, info sessions, bootcamps, group organization meetings, class work, Carmen, downloading, Swine flu, locker combo, etc. All these things were overwhelming me as I walked out to my car today after class. While I was walking, hands full, in heels, it began to rain.
As I got into my car, I felt like I was in a whirlwind known as business school. Then as I pulled out of St. John's arena parking lot, my gas light came on. I immediately began to smile and realized that I had lost perspective once again.
I pulled into the gas station down the street and started by checking one thing off my list.