and tonight, I couldn’t have been any happier to have known you.
Because tonight, you have exhibited in all your splendor
what it means (to me) to be alive.
But now you, you will no longer have that chance–
to be happy to have known anyone–
because you,
You are breathless, timeless, hopeless.
and you are gone.
The stars in the sky and the stars in the sea
mean nothing to me.
But the stars in your eyes
let me know I’m exactly where I need to be.
As of yesterday, I’m back to the real life: books, powerpoint slides without an end, and marker packs in so many colours the rainbow would be jealous.
But if all goes well, this year won’t be the same as last year. I mean, not that last year was bad or anything, it is just that I want this year to be even better. (Who doesn’t? … You don’t have to answer that.) Anyway, part of this whole New Year’s Resolutions thing is to actually follow through with good intentions.
It’s day three. How many of you have already broken your resolutions? Be honest with yourself, because I know the vast majority of you have. Well, okay, maybe only a few of you have since it is only day three. I’ll give you a couple of weeks.
I actually did make resolutions this year. I intend on keeping all of them, despite some of them nearing the verge of insanity (in my already crazy mind). Why? Because if I don’t make the changes for a healthy life now, when will I? Life will only get harder and habits will only set firmer. When I see myself in the future, I don’t see someone who would rather grab a bag of potato chips over an apple. …Okay, I do but only one time out of ten or so.
Cheers to a new year, and a slightly modified Kristin.
First, I am cutting out sweets from my diet. In case you were wondering, my sweet tooth takes up most of my face. Sorry, Pinterest. Your dessert folder is going to have to be ignored until a friend needs a cake baked for them. No sugar in my oatmeal. Black coffee when possible. No birthday cake at birthday celebrations (unless it is my own, of course). Crazy, huh?! Here’s the remaining sanity in it: I will allow myself all the gum I can chew, breath mints when needed, honey (in HEALTHY things like my homemade granola, which is way to fantastic to give up), a rare energy drink if needed prior to an exam, and ONE serving of sweets on holidays. Yes, my birthday is a holiday. No, Ground Hog’s day is not a holiday, nor is Presidents Day.
Second, I am going to work out SIX hours per week. This one is going to be the hardest for me to keep, because I can’t guarantee that I have six hours to spend in a gym EVERY.SINGLE.WEEK. The point of this resolution is to find the time. And if you think about it, that is less than an hour if I decide to go everyday. That’s not bad at all.
Related to the last one, I am shooting for a goal of running 300 miles this year. That is completely doable at less than 1 mile per day, even when taking holidays off. The thing is that I really am not a fan of running unless they have happy colour powder to throw at me every kilometer I run. (Side note: I’m already registered for the Colour Run this year! If there is one in a city near you, DO IT!)
Thirdly, I want to do as many random acts of kindness as I can afford. Which, on a med student budget, probably is like three. Sadly, the thing that I realized, though, is that someday I will be able to pay it off. The person I help doesn’t likely have that same luxury. It can be overwhelmingly blinding to look at my bank account and see nothing for several years in the near future. Take those blinders off, miss. There will be money there. Those loans will disappear, no matter how ginormous of a number they get to be.
And lastly, do more artistic ventures. I probably (most likely) have said that I love to do various art projects, crafts, writing, poetry, things and stuff. Med school shouldn’t prevent me from doing things like that. I’ve accumulated hoarded nearly everything I need for any project in my supposed-to-be-a-studying-office-that-has-become-more-of-an-art room.
The best part? Now that I have told you, I have just made you all accountable for my goals, too.
Even better? If you tell me your resolutions, I will remind you like none other that you should probably be sticking with whatever your resolutions are. For real, you made them for a reason.
Every time I check my E-mail to find a new follower or a like from a tried and true follower, I’m ridden with guilt. I’ve been so busy I’ve resorted to such large amounts of caffeine to stay awake that I could probably be admitted to an addiction center. Or maybe I could be admitted straight to the psych ward because I’m so crazy busy. When I disappear, harass me. The guilt will bring me back. I’ll grab another cup of coffee, and actually have a few minutes to enjoy it while creating something that doesn’t require full brain power. It sounds… relaxing.
Cheers to trying to take a few minutes to post something more frequently.
I think I am on a Yellowstone kick. I forgot how many lovely pictures I took my time there, and am just as excited today to go through them as I was when I first went through my camera.
I’m pretty darn positive this big guy was just waiting for me to take his picture. I could almost see the postcard frame around him and the Yellowstone National Park written in the corner.
I’m lucky to have gotten the snapshot before my near-death experience. You see, going up this side of Yellowstone there are little mountains, which means that you not only are going up and down nice gradient slopes but you also have a wall of hillside over your head to one side of the car and a drop off on the other. My friend was already being quite a tense driver for this reason, as she had never driven in the mountains. Me, being the tourist, am excited for the view and not worried at all about the drive. That’s when all-of-the-sudden-out-of-nowhere this HUGE bull moose comes bolting down the steep slope from above our car onto the road right in front of us. It saw us just as fast as we saw it; we slammed on our brakes just as he slammed on his. Luckily for us, he had enough momentum to carry him down the drop off on the other side and she had excellent reflexes in combination with good enough brakes to stop on a dime. Still, less than 12 inches away is far too close to be next to a giant moose. To add to our fear induced scream, neither of us were wearing seatbelts due to our extremely painful sunburn we acquired the first 12 hours of direct sunlight walking through the park. Let me tell you, we more than happily buckled up after we stopped screaming.
That wasn’t a story I called home to mom about, either. She got to see all the lovely Yellowstone pictures without having to worry about the disappearance of her daughter.
Nothing hurt 