since being back home in vancouver, i've had many people ask me how my trip was to nyc.
my first instinct was to preach about how "incredible" - which by the way, i've completely butchered that word having thrown it around a good 50 million times - my experience was there.
and with all honesty, it truly was just that.
but what i've yet to have shared is the struggle that i've been fighting - just within the couple of days of being back.
new york was a dream.
and i was abruptly shaken awake seemingly once i touched down in vancouver.
unknowingly, i'd put new york on a pedestal, to the point where i was idolizing the lifestyle, culture, art, etc.
i believe it's okay to appreciate these things, but it's unbelievably effortless for our mind and thoughts to get carried away and make these things into so much more.
i came back to my first day of work miserable.
vancouver was just so... bleh.
i attempted a decent outfit and walked into work hardly aware that i was straining a smile.
i forced myself to have "genuine" conversations with others, all the while i felt like i was fighting back big, dramatic tears.
everything. so. theatrical... i know.
but then this evening i came across these verses that i'd highlighted a little while back in my bible:
And he said to them, "Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."
"Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ."
uhm, what the what!
praise God for these reminders!
i am grateful and blessed for all that i am and what i have and do not have,
to be exactly where i am in my life,
to have gone on that "incredible" trip; in which i hold close many memories.