to dwell on, from Waiting for God by French mystic/political activist Simone Weil (1909-1943):
"When an apprentice gets hurt, or complains of being tired, the workmen have this fine expression: 'It is the trade entering his body.' Each time that we have some pain to go through, we can say to ourselves quite truly that it is the order and beauty of the world that are entering our body."
Come on, order and beauty, do your worst.
(On a side note, the ballet company as well as the 'kickass' company emailed me last night for further phone interviews; 'best place to work' is still silent. We shall see what happens, seeing as how I am fairly certain I shall be loading up the Prius with clothing, books, files, and dog at the end of the month!)