Creative Wanderings

Last week was so … Dickensian, like “A Tale of Two Cities.” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… except I’d have to change the order of that to make it really match. The week started off extremely stressful as I tried to figure out a thesis topic, meet with my committee, stay afloat with classes, and keep up on my hours at work. And then came Wednesday. And everything got better…. exponentially better! Wednesday was incredible, Thursday was amazing, and Friday was spectacular! I got to see Aric every day and I pretty much love spending time with him. He braved the family and came with me to my cousin’s wedding reception on Friday night, and I must say it was successful all around. Thankfully he didn’t feel overwhelmed and really enjoyed meeting (lots) of my family, and they of course were happy to Read more…

So I hurried home from work to get ready quickly for my date (I for sure wasn’t going to wear my frump-ola pants!!) After managing to breathe once or twice and get myself attired, A– knocked promplty at 6 pm. Of course, not 10 seconds before that I had taken my hair down to fix it… so I jabbed the bobby pin back in where it mostly belonged and got the door. Door opens… and there framed in a blinding spotlight is my awesome date, A–. Honestly, it was blinding! (Okay, so my door faces west and has a great angle for the sun at 6 pm. It was still pretty cool). He smiled at my reaction and we left to walk to his car. BUT! No hand holding! What was up with that?? I pretended like I didn’t notice and that it didn’t matter and we went off to Read more…

Friends, I am happy. Blissfully happy. So happy that for a few seconds tonight I couldn’t even breathe. Yeah… and thank goodness I have stretchy cheeks because the smile I’m wearing is hard to contain. Let me introduce you to…. Aric. Also known as A-rock. Also known as a child prodigy artist, plant biologist extraordinaire, and amazing man. Oh, and he rocks out the ultimate frisbee field like none other.  This is a better picture of A-rock… the other one is my better one. Not that it matters, because I’m happy either way. Oodles and oodles of happy. Yes, friends, I no longer have to dream the impossible dream. I can live it.  🙂

I’m split. It’s so weird to me to existentially remove myself from me and look at my situation. But part of me is super excited for the transpiring events, while the other part of me really doesn’t believe it’s happening. I think that’s a good thing? I mean, it keeps me from driving myself crazy with possibilities and over-thinking. Have I actually resigned myself to the fact that I don’t believe I’ll ever be trekking down my bridge with anyone? Or am I subconsciously shielding myself from the idea that this is what things look like when they start working out? I don’t know. Really, it doesn’t much matter what things look like when they start working out… that’s something I’m somewhat familiar with. It’s when things stop working out that the setup changes. But whatever. Maybe I’m just tired. Getting to sleep has been horribly hard lately. The few Read more…

It’s so interesting….. you know how when you go home for Christmas and it doesn’t really seem real until your parents are picking you up at the terminal? And then it seems so natural, like you never even left home, just happened to be gone for a few hours? That was Saturday. It was a face, a person, that I hadn’t seen for about a year, but it felt like Christmas– like the intervening time had never really happened. We hugged not even 3 steps out of the door and I felt like we just picked up right where we left off. Except its even better now! At least, I think so. I’ll check back on Wednesday and see if that’s still true. 🙂

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I still don’t know if I believe it. Ok, I do believe it… but I’ll believe it more on Saturday. Night. To be specific. After I perform with my tap company in Salt Lake City– come see me dance!! (Post Theatre at the U of U.) The fact that this will be happening after two dance shows is slightly against my favor… can we say sweat? But I get the feeling it will be ok. Maybe even more than okay. I’ll have to see how it goes. I promise, I’m not excited…… yet. But if I seem more chipper over the next few days, well, don’t blame me! Quote of the Day~ Faith, n.: Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel. Ambrose Bierce(1842-1914)

So, this weekend was a mixed bag. Super great aesthetic/intellectual evening on Friday, complete with delicious Indian food; surprisingly fun group activity Saturday night. Sunday, however, brought a change of pace. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sundays. I guess you technically don’t know a thing about me, so suffice it to say I consider myself a very religious person. I don’t just go through the motions and trappings of religion, either. I really believe it with all my heart, mind, and soul. I’ll go more in depth about that another day, though. What I realized, as I sat center-middle of a rather large crowd of people was that I was jealous. All around me people were paired off. Cute couples directly in front of me, off to the right, off to the left… No wonder I focused so well in the morning. I sat in the absolute front of Read more…

Sometimes on the bridge, you see the lush foliage and the glimmering ocean. Other times you see the bare branches and dry desert. Where does the bridge end? It’s hard to say. But somewhere it does and will stop. Meanwhile, we traverse onwards, boldly stepping across the wooden planks that make up our bridge.

Sometimes as I pursue my Master’s degree, I wonder if I’m not just hurting my potential marriage chances. It’s generally a fleeting thought, and no unknown like that would ever sway me out of my course. Here’s a NY TIMES article that has some interesting thoughts on the subject of education, economics, and marriage.

I saw this cool art on one of my daily feeds, Artist of the Day. I love horses, and I love how the artist captures their essence through these pieces. Courtesy of sculptor/artist Syaka Ganz, Fort Wayne, IN