Hurry up and wait

Here's the untold half of my day yesterday...

Yesterday I was sitting in the park alternating between studying my Hebrew and reading my Stephen King book. Then I started dwelling on my medical school situation. All I can really do is wait. I'm waiting to hear back about my internship here. I'm just waiting to understand Hebrew. I feel like all i'm doing these days is waiting and I am really sick of it. It feels better to be waiting in Israel than in a Hospital, but it's still frustrating.

As many of you know, I'm not an angry person, but at this point of dwelling I sure felt frustrated. That's why I decided to get up and DO something. I decided to go to Jerusalem. I counted, and my transportation mishaps added up to 5, thus creating a 4 hour trip to Jerusalem from an approximately 1 hour trip. I stayed in Jerusalem for only a couple of hours, most of it was spent trying to find the right bus or trying to find the right street.

It was a good day, but frustrating at the same time. I then sat and thought about these frustrations. Yesterday was a day where so many things went wrong but I had the opportunity to make choices and DO things to keep going on. There were so many times i thought it would be easier to just turn back the way I came, but I forced myself to keep going to Jerusalem even though I knew i wouldn't be able to do much while there (this time).

I decided to DO something by pushing on towards Jerusalem. I didn't notice the personal significance of this until I spoke to my popop today though. I decided to DO something by emailing Temple Med, just to keep in touch. I decided to DO something by talking to my internship coordinator; apparently I'll get a call from the hospital tomorrow (again). In an hour or so I'm going to DO something by going to Krav Maga and learning more martial arts, something I love to do.

maybe this is a life lesson? Maybe it's just more indigestion.