Category Archives: Self
Remind me, remind me: Gratitude
Today I left the house at 4:45am and I just got home. It’s 8:15 in the evening, and I am really, really tired. Admittedly, I came home for half an hour to pick up some petsitting keys and take the … Continue reading
Shifting
It’s sort of funny how things seems absolutely nutty, a little hopeless and scary, and then suddenly they shift and everything is falling into place. I guess if it all just stayed in place, it would be boring, right? Yesterday … Continue reading
When growing up becomes grownup (um, now? no?)
What I mean to say is: Does being a grownup just make things that normal people (read: non-adults) do a whole lot harder? Say, impossible? Seriously, right now I can barely comprehend getting up by 5am every single weekday, let alone doing it and taking classes and dating people and spending time with my housemates. I used to cook dinner, you guys! Real food! We ate at a table! What has happened to those days?! Continue reading
Filed under Job, Self, Vet school
Happiest Habitat: Just Keep Swimming
Lesson of the week/month/year-so-far? To trust myself when something in my life isn’t doing it for me (in this case, my old job), and when I think I can find something that will click. It might take a little while, and it’s certainly taking a lot of energy. By the time we factor my actual pay into the hours I put into planning practice, thinking about practice, and stressing out about practice, I am probably getting paid negative money. But I am happy. Continue reading
Misunderstood Rednecks
It all started with my college rowing team, second season. We would meet by 5:30 in the morning, eyes still blurry with sleep… If we were lucky (at first), the driver would pick a good station, something quiet to listen to, something to doze to. If we were less lucky (again, early on in the season), one of our team captains would be driving and then – and then! – we were subjected to country music. There’s that whole Stockholm Syndrome thing where you begin to identify with your captors. I don’t want to say that this was actual torture, because it certainly wasn’t that bad and I don’t want to make light of other people’s experiences, but I do want to say that we were certainly a captive audience. Continue reading
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