And Good Will To All Men

Have you ever noticed that time seems to move slower when it snows? We had our first real snow of the season today and although it was no more than a dusting, it seems that I'm feeling the significant length of each minute.

Let me back up here for a moment and explain the intensity of the past 48-hours. All weekend I focused on two projects: a short film I had volunteered to act in and my monumental oral history interview. I barely slept and for the most part I forgot to eat real meals (there was a lot of pizza involved though). So when I discovered that there was a glitch in my equipment and my 90-minute-long interview with an amazing 86-year-old women's rights activist, was gone forever and I would have to conduct another interview, I quickly sank into a terrible spiral. I sat in the dark in my fuzzy pajamas and cried over a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal. I called my parents multiple times in hysterics. I woke up at 6 AM, my stomach in terrible knots from panic and anxiety.

That's when it started to snow. Despite the cold, I paused multiple times on my way to class to study the way the snowflakes were falling. They seemed to pause momentarily and then zoom away. Don't worry, I did these observations from the safety of the sidewalk.

The universe works in mysterious ways and it was around the same time I felt a bizarre sense of peace wash over me that I was offered both dinner and a free ticket to a screening of the Doctor Who 50th anniversary episode. So off I went to Lincoln park alone,(but don't tell my mother that), where I felt calm and collected after my emotional storm of a night.

This is a very makeshift way of saying that even if the world screws you over, I do believe it will make up for it even if it is in a series of very small ways. I received understanding professors, tea, hugs, and a hamburger from the loveliest of friends, the magic of Doctor Who in a form of peace offering and I am understanding the importance of good will to all men.