Weekend of fun

This was one of my best weekends in a while! It started with strawberry margaritas with some City Year friends. Don't worry because our jobs have turned us into old people, I was still in bed before midnight, as was my roommate and her friends. The next morning was wonderful!

1. I FINALLY GOT MY FOOD STAMPS

I know, I know, these are not the words most college grads long to hear themselves say.

And while I would have never thought I would be so excited to get them, but I really am. If I didn't get them, I could definitely be okay, but by accepting them, I'll be able to eat healthier and not stress about money this year. 

Anyways after I got them, I ran down to the Farmer's Market, where I had to move quickly and ended up buying a lot of tomatoes and some really good bread. Next, I picked up two of my City Years and we headed to the Rosa Park Lady's Volleyball Tournament! This is our girls first year of volleyball and, while they didn't have a lot of wins under their belts, it has been really awesome watching them become better and better. By the end of today, they were finally calling balls, going for balls, and getting serves in. The Rosa Parks team fought hard and it was a close game, but they ended up loosing in the end. I was a proud supporter though! I was probably driving everyone around me crazy yelling "Go Rosa Parks!" "Nice Job, Ladies!!" throughout the entire game. It was also cool  for some of the girls in my English class to see me in real clothes! One of them told me today that when she started getting mad at the game, she would hear me cheer and it would make her smile! :) Moments like that make it all worth it. 

Later on, I did something I've really been meaning to do for a while. I went to reconciliation, confession. I hadn't gone since probably March and especially after moving to a new City, I really wanted to. I almost didn't make it, but I convinced myself to go, and I'm so glad that I did. I love going to confession. Some people can't wrap their heads around it Why go see a priest when you can just tell God yourself? I can think of several reasons. There's something different about saying your sins out loud, a way of really owning them. I think also you go into confession thinking This priest is gonna judge me and think I'm terrible. Then, after stepping into the confessional, the opposite happens. He doesn't wag his finger at you and point out all your mistakes, instead he reminds you of God's mercy, forgiveness, and everlasting love. You walk out feeling new, and what better way to start the weekend. 

Sunday morning I went to church and on wimb even decided to stay for a Women's Breakfast, which was lovely and  I made some friends. After mass, I made my way over to my new favorite coffee job with to die for Mexican Chocolate Iced Mochas ( so good, you have to capitalize). I got a little GRE stuff done, mostly just enough to stress myself out and realize how much work I have to do between now and the 17th. :/ 

I ended my night with Capernaum. Right where I belonged. Capernaum Sacramento is trying to raise more awareness and funds, so tonight they held a summit, where they talked about different things and had some really great speakers. One of the speakers was Nick Palermo, who founded Capernaum! It was so exciting to meet the man responsible for one of the best parts of my life these past three years! I had a great time talking with people and hanging out with friends with special needs. I only wish it happened every week instead of every two weeks. In the summit, we heard some really great things, that I couldn't help but take notes. 

Our  friends with special needs teach us too...

have Joy in a sad world. 

Love in a hateful world. 

have Gratitude in a whiny world.

Be loved for who we are, not what we do. 

"Everyone wants to do something good with their life, they just don't know where to start."

Be comfortable being uncomfortable.