Tag: almost daily selfie

the way the temperature drops and your words puff out white hanging on the air tangible proof your words matter.

organizing my scarf drawer, re-discovering the wool treasure my sister in law made me and, realizing it matches perfectly with my current outfit. that extra layer of warmth and love allows me to cling to autumn for another day as it beefs up my fall weight jacket.

hot chocolate with marshmallows.

a christmas carol ringtone.

listening and plotting and figuring out gifts for those on my christmas list.

having a spare 15 minutes and sitting down to write instead of playing candy crush.

my new year’s resolution is to re-read all seven of the HARRY POTTER books. it’s past time i did this. also, this is a very attainable goal, which is exactly how i like my resolutions. who’s with me? also, i’m making my resolution now because you know me, i’m the opposite of a procrastinator.

i need a thesaurus for the word resolution. i’ve now used it four times in seven sentences.

at the day job, a vendor wrote to me in a panic because she thought they’d ordered the stamping die with the author’s first name rather than last. i explained that the author is asian and following custom, the surname is written first and first name last, so the name on all my documents and the subject line of the email and the stamping die was right. she thanked me for the education.

at a celebratory dinner for a friend, we all ordered burgers. i ate the pickles first, per usual. he ate two of the three pickles first and saved one for the end. “a palate cleanser,” he said. “you should start and end the meal that way. pickle, burger, pickle.” i thanked him for the education.

my pen pal said, “you just need to dive in” in response to my panicked “i’m scared of buying a condo even though i’ve been looking for one for six full months now. i don’t think i can do it.” he followed it up with “youtube is a great source of home improvement videos + you have all of us.” i thanked him for the education(al reminders).

scrolling through instagram, i stumbled upon this delightfully cheeky image.

i want to thank the photographer for her creativity that reminds me to keep looking at things/situations/events from new angles.

as my icicle fingers clutched my composition notebook and i strode across campus to class, i was struck with the thought, the ridiculous thought, that this seemed mundane to me. me, a student, at a big name university. granted it’s one class and it’s not for anything other than life enrichment and the fact i get a massive discount because i also happen to work at said big name university. but i know the campus enough to know to glance up right after i pass that brick building because that’s when i can see the digital clock at the top of the square. 7:22. i was early, but the winter temperatures seeped into my autumn coat and increased my pace.

finally inside, the warmth relaxed my cheeks into a smile which grew when i ran into a classmate. i was headed down the hallway opposite our classroom because i needed to power my rudolph red nose. she saw me, shook her head, and started to walk the same direction as me. “i can’t believe i was going the wrong way.” i slowed, put my hand on her arm, and spun her back around, “no, no, you were right. i’m not headed to the classroom yet.” and there i was, giving directions in the hallways of big name university. how normal. how utterly NOT normal.

after class, the girl to my left and I were chatting about the final project when a frown appeared on her face. my brow wrinkled in response. “i’m not going to be here the week we discuss your piece. it’s the one class i’m missing.” i tried to read between the lines of her expression. she’ll still be able to read it because it’ll be accessible by all in the class, so was she sad because she’ll miss the professor’s odd comments? because she wants to hear everyone tear my work apart? “well, if it’s any consolation, i won’t be here next week, your week.” we both chuckled at the fairness/unfairness of it. “i’ll make sure to write extra notes on your paper before i post it,” i said.

the lingering stomach pains forced me to schedule a dr. appt. i was overdue for my annual physical anyways so i called to schedule two appointments. one now. one later. once there, my dr. was sans students and had more free time than usual which meant she combined my sick visit with my annual physical thus saving me a duplicate trip in december.

i waited in the very long line at the CVS pharmacy. i played candy crush. my phone buzzed in my hand. CVS was calling to tell me the prescription my dr. called in earlier today was ready.

work swirled around me as a project confronted me with its numbers, its scary haunting difficult confusing algebraic numbers. i couldn’t sit by the side of the pool any longer. i dove in. it always seems impossible until it’s done.

no stranger to loved ones with stomach pains, she checked in on me tonight. her texts rang with caring and truth. i had no news to report except for a detail that caught me off guard as i hadn’t shown up at the dr’s planning to get my yearly physical. she understood the detail immediately and fully. she empathized and sympathized and made me laugh despite the jiggly ugly truth. she then re-focused my thoughts onto the good, the positive, the sun.