I've been thinking about where I am in life, where I'm going. Soon, my husband and I will be making a huge change in our lives, forsaking our suburban lifestyles for the urban, taking on environmental issues by changing the way we consume. These differences are really exciting for me and yes, while some may think we are cowards or lazy for not making them in a Floridian city outskirt, I look at our new situation as a boost--a springboard that will make it easier for us to live up to our ideals.
Some scary things have happened around me and to me lately that have made me reevaluate what it is I want from life, who I am. And in thinking about these situations, I realized it is time for a road trip. A long, camping out, hiking and driving eight hours a day road trip with my husband through the Pacific Northwest. I want to do this during the summer before school begins. I would like to watch my husband's face as he looks over the Grand Canyon for the first time. I want to camp out and make breakfast over an open flame (the way I have daydreamed about since reading The Grapes of Wrath years ago).
So, we're working it out. Congratulations to Loxy, Spike, C. and Little Girl E!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Ducks
So, I have all my "ducks in a row" (what the hell does that mean!?) for laws school this fall. In many ways, I can't believe that this particular journey is over: I'm in, I found my perfect school, I will be taking exams this Christmas and then it's ON. The whole experience has been a lesson in baby steps. While an undergrad, I would prompt myself to work with this idea, "This paper is another step towards law school", or "This exam is another step closer to law school." The trouble is, I only got a far as law school in my mind's eye. Not beyond. So, it's now a bit scary to think that it is just around the corner and I need to start preparing for what happens AFTER law school.
Ideally, I would like to do work similar to my old roommie, K, who works for the government and sets up international conferences all over the globe. As current affairs/politics are my hobby and passion, I think it would be a good fit. But then I think of all the time I would spend away from my husband, the Love of My Life (dreamy sigh) and suddenly it sounds less than appealing.
Whatever the future holds, I think I've learned the valuable lesson of plodding along day by day, doing the MOST for your dreams faithfully while you wait for the Next Thing to be revealed.
On another note, M. and I are soon to celebrate our first anniversary. M.'s mom insists on getting us a hotel somewhere, so we're thinking of going to Epcot in Disney World and exploring all the different national pavilions. (I'm a sucker for anything foreign.) Our first year of marriage has seemed WAY too easy so far. I always heard the first year is the worst: having to adjust to expectations and realities. But since we moved in together after a year and a half of dating, then went on to date another year and a half before our nuputals, I think in many ways we already had that first "rough" year. And you know what? That year wasn't too rough, either.
Ideally, I would like to do work similar to my old roommie, K, who works for the government and sets up international conferences all over the globe. As current affairs/politics are my hobby and passion, I think it would be a good fit. But then I think of all the time I would spend away from my husband, the Love of My Life (dreamy sigh) and suddenly it sounds less than appealing.
Whatever the future holds, I think I've learned the valuable lesson of plodding along day by day, doing the MOST for your dreams faithfully while you wait for the Next Thing to be revealed.
On another note, M. and I are soon to celebrate our first anniversary. M.'s mom insists on getting us a hotel somewhere, so we're thinking of going to Epcot in Disney World and exploring all the different national pavilions. (I'm a sucker for anything foreign.) Our first year of marriage has seemed WAY too easy so far. I always heard the first year is the worst: having to adjust to expectations and realities. But since we moved in together after a year and a half of dating, then went on to date another year and a half before our nuputals, I think in many ways we already had that first "rough" year. And you know what? That year wasn't too rough, either.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Four Years Since our Mission has been Accomplished
As I begin to grow into and "feel" 32 years old, I have noticed certain habits within myself that I consider very "grown up." One is carefully washing my produce before consumption, another is my faithful gathering of tax documentation and ability to receive my tax refund before the end of February. But my most grown up trait is arguably my newfound interest in PBS. The Public Broadcasting Service is perused daily my my TiVo in search of anything interesting. But my favorite show on PBS is the Bill Moyers program.
It is a new show by a legendary journalist (and government worker, K! He's just like you, but much less compelling emotionally and with a smaller, less sexy rack!) Bill Moyers. His premier episode is called "The Greatest Story ever Sold" about how the American media was complicit in the Bush administration's run up to war. I am transfixed. What better way to celebrate four years of propaganda than this incredible program.
It is a new show by a legendary journalist (and government worker, K! He's just like you, but much less compelling emotionally and with a smaller, less sexy rack!) Bill Moyers. His premier episode is called "The Greatest Story ever Sold" about how the American media was complicit in the Bush administration's run up to war. I am transfixed. What better way to celebrate four years of propaganda than this incredible program.
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