Still Day 28- Prisms

Oh my god I just got done typing this really upbeat post and I pressed something and it disappeared- wiped out- gone. UGHHH I'll try to rewrite.



As they say, there is a light at the end of every tunnel (and it's not always new jersey). I just got done with the day-long symposium and finally met the woman who exchanged audacious emails with me, ultimately requiring that we reprint our invitations because we got her title incorrect (we called her a feminist- WHOOPS!). Anyway, it turns out that she delivered an incredible talk and created quite an atmosphere for the closing session. It was more than perfect. To give you a taste of the inspiration, she opened up with this:

"Pessimism is routine. Optimism is creativity." It's warm soup all over my mid-20s soul.


Afterwards, I was feeling the effects of a much-needed upswing and felt comfortable socializing the shmoozing with randoms at the US Embassy reception. After about an hour, my feet were screaming so I sat down and pulled out my video camera and started watching the 2 videos I took before I left for Morocco. They were both of John staring and smiling into the camera. I was probably saying something to him, but during playback I had it muted. It was wonderful! I watched it over and over and it was kindof like a mini-john was right there with me doing what he does best- maintain cuteness.


I'm going to hop in bed now- tomorrow we get out of Rabat as I mentioned already and the big hump day, so to speak, is now behind me. It's all a piece of cake from here. mmm Moroccan pastries are bomb dot com. Finally, prisms- theres a rainbow after every storm if you just look for it. Maybe my pregnant glasses just got dyed rose-colored?