Bits of Awesomeness from the Pit of Awesomeness

On Sunday evening I was blessed by the opportunity to spend an evening with 3 wonderful woman, to tell stories, to share our lives, and to laugh together until we cried. The reunion of the "Pit of Awesomeness" (my wonderful apartment from junior year) was as epic as could ever be desired. As we drank tea, ate chocolate from Austria, and shared dumpster doven delicacies, we reminisced on the beauty and the pain of life.
We had not been together in the same place since April, and yet we fit back together like pieces of the puzzles we worked on diligently each Sabbath on our apartment floor last year. Perhaps it is always so with the best of friends.

At one point we talked and laughed and thought and pondered, our topic of conversation drifted to the topic of world events. We discussed stories of pain, of death, or trauma in our world. And as we sat reminiscing on all the violence, that instead of dwelling on the horror in the world, we wanted to adhere to a tradition of hope.

We realized that we know way too many depressing stories, and that while it is important to be aware of the pain and the hurt in the world - we cannot live our privileged lives in the land of the naive - we wanted to celebrate the love and joy and amazing and powerfully transforming parts of life. While we are bombarded with stories of tragedy, and often for good reason, we do not know enough stories of hope.

And so together we are embarking on a journey to search for stories of hope, to see joy in unlikely places, and to share those bits of awesomeness with the world around us.

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