This week it has been hard for me to find inspiration to write an article. Not due to the recent events in America, but, because my life has gone down a path I never imagined it would. Because the present I am living in was changed beyond my control. Because I hate change and my life transformed before my eyes.

It wasn't until late at night, watching The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby, where I was able to find solace and accept how I was feeling on Thursday November, 10th.

Now you may be thinking..."wait Thursday? Doesn't she mean Wednesday?" No I am not talking specifically about the election, there are other things to talk about than that.....

For me, Thursday was a hard day. I get that way sometimes.

I have good days and I have hard days. Everyone has them, but I get them a little differently.

(I use to consider them bad days. Now I see that there are never bad days. In the words of my 93 year old great-grandfather, "I'm alive ain't I?!")

I rolled out of bed at 1:30 p.m. in the afternoon, threw on sweatpants, a white t-shirt and glasses and scurried out the door. I didn't want to get up, I wanted to keep dreaming. I’m safe in my dreams. I’m protected by Green Blankey and comforted by my king...(sized bed). Fortunately for me, I have a never ending alarm that dragged me out of my room to head to our Holocaust class.

I sat in the Jewish Studies building listening to my professor lecture about the election, but, the only thing I wanted to do was satisfy my Gibbs fix for the day. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn’t mope around. Rather, I came home and texted my mini-me to keep me company before we had to force ourselves to make it to class.

Throughout the excruciating 75 minutes of math, I had tears welling up in my eyes. I was overwhelmed. I was tired with Calculus and I was ready to escape. Lucky for me, I am fortunate enough to have friends in my life that did not allow me to hibernate the rest of the night. Instead, I spent the night talking to many of the humans I love most in this world.

Recalling my emotions of today, I can now say that I am content. I sit here on my couch being inspired by every little thing in front of me.

It is clear that life cannot be controlled. That outcomes aren't always what we expect. But one thing is for sure, there is always a way to power through.

I always use to believe that the word "faith" was so cliche. To me, it sounded religious. It sounded like something bigger than I could ever comprehend. I've been going to temple before I even had my first birthday. My Jewish heritage has been engrained in my being. However, I never shut my mouth and opened my ears to beliefs that would one day get me through some of my toughest days.

Due to many recent events, I have been able to get in touch with my own interpretation of faith. Every day I catch myself saying, "have faith in what will be." I write these six words down on different pieces of paper scattered throughout my everyday life. I wake up in the morning after a long night and see it scribbled down on my calendar.

This helps me to understand that there is a method to all of this madness. After many cloudy moments, I now know that I wasn't put on this earth to experience what I can't handle. None of us were.

As I write on the little note pad on my phone,surrounded by 4 people I hold very close to my heart, I can honestly say that I am ending this day with a smile.

One day at a time right?