Weekly Ten: May 24, 2013

Hello from Montana!

Yes, I’m still here, but instead of graduation, we are now prepping for my best friend’s wedding!

the beautiful bride-to-be and our friend--a bride-to-be in October! It's truly an epidemic.

the beautiful bride-to-be and our friend–a bride-to-be in October! It’s truly an epidemic.

I’m so happy for Kristin and Roy! There are such a fun couple and I can’t wait to see where their life takes them! In addition, I can’t wait for the festivities…last night, the bachelorette party, today the rehearsal dinner, tomorrow the WEDDING, and Sunday the wedding brunch! A whole weekend of fun and love celebrations. My favorite kind.

I hope you have a great long weekend ahead, as well!

1. An interesting rumor is swirling around Denver that we are getting this shop, a Portland classic. If it’s true, I would be pretttttty happy, but my diet would be ruined.

2. Although I will not be in Denver this weekend, I will be missing out on this. Yep, that’s what we’re¬†supposed to do with our degrees…we’ll see. ūüôā

3. Hilarious video of kids trying foods for the first time.

4. I’m addicted to this game. It’s a fun way to see what different parts of the world look like!

5. If you haven’t seen this video (This Kid Just Died. What He Left Behind) yet, you must. It¬†turned me into a giant puddle (maybe so much I couldn’t even finish it…). Watch it anyway. It’s worth it! RIP, Zach. (Here’s the celebrity video of his song, too).

6. Even though the news coming out of Oklahoma is not so great, here is proof that even in a disaster like this, everything is not always lost…like your pets.

7. Like this video I shared last week, these best road trips in America remind me how much I need to see in this country!

8. I follow this guy on Instagram…his girlfriend leads him around the world! A fun and unique idea.

9. The creator of the movie Brave bashes Disney for re-imagining the lead character in her Disney Princess role. What do you think?

10. I’ll be in London on my birthday this year (if that sentence isn’t my favorite ever…). We are thinking of doing this as I’m obsessed with all things Harry Potter (and we will for sure be riding the Harry Potter train in Scotland!). England is an English major’s dream, really–so many novels have been set there! Any literary tours or spots recommended? I’d love to hear them!

How Not To Do What You Want To Do

When I think about what I want to do…the list is long. When I look at my life and wonder what I’m actually doing and where the time is going…it’s a lot different from what I want¬†to be doing.

How does this happen? Where does the time go? Today is my brother’s 27th birthday (happy birthday, big bro!) and it was an old friend from high school’s bridal shower…a friend I have now known for ten¬†years. That’s a decade. When¬†did I become old enough to have friends for that long?

Well, since I’m almost 24, I guess awhile now.

When I met this friend, during our freshman gym class (we bonded over swimming–we were the good swimmers in a class where the majority of our peers were afraid of the pool) I had visions of where I would be in a decade–sort of.

Who thinks of decades when they’re fourteen? I thought of traveling, having a boyfriend (it was not my most ambitious year), making friends, being pretty, going to college. Maybe making a difference in some vague way.

(On a side note, whenever I think the term “making a difference” an image of Jane Goodall with African kids and chimpanzees comes to mind. Maybe she’s my idol, a little…I bet she thought in decades at fourteen).

Anyway, alone in my room at night–this was the first year I actually had my own room, as it took my father about a decade to finish the basement– I would sit at our old crappy computer and write.

I don’t know that I had much ambition to be a writer, per se, but I just wrote. I carried around a diary and wrote it in during most of my classes, sometimes at lunch, filling the pages with my day.

I found a bunch of these journals in the basement (which, now after several floods, is back to half-finished…thank you, Montana) the other day as I was “packing” for my impending move.

Which leads me to yet another question: when did I stop writing so much? When did I let life get in the way of my writing? I never seemed to let class¬†get in the way of my writing, as evidenced by the number of journals I wrote, and certainly my social life never impeded on my writing time, as evident in the number of stories on my old hard drive. (Proof of this can also be seen in the volume of books I own and in the leftover journals–how could I talk to anyone when all I did was write in those things?)

I suppose I stopped writing so much when I started college, actually got a viable social life–and spent my years of college making up for lost time in the social realm–and started to see some of the world.

Even with these changes, being a real writer has¬†always been a little seed of a dream at the back of my head. I’ve accepted and also forgotten that I’ve always wanted to write–and always figured I would, someday. I’ve given it up at rejection, gotten distracted by other pursuits, been convinced it wasn’t sensible, convinced myself it was too competitive and maybe I wasn’t good enough. But it’s never gone away. I’ve also accepted that I have a million other things I want to do, too. (Like Jane Goodall-ing around the world, perhaps).

However, pursuits and travels aside, an English Lit degree in my hand, and I find myself back where I started–alone, in my room, at night, writing.

Have I come full circle? Is writing a dream I’ll ever make come true, or is it a dream I have just to dream?

I’m confident I’ll find a new dream, another dream–maybe my new job will lead me in new, unknown directions, and open the door to a new dream that never entered my mind. I know I’ll keep my writing dream–maybe even realize it–or maybe I’ll never make money from writing.

But it’s comforting to know I’ll always have writing, even if I only ever write for myself (or this blog, although thanks to my relative silence I’m not sure if anyone reads it). It might be an unrealized dream, it might be a line I never cross, but the true dream, really, is dreaming.

the WordPress Fledgling

It’s my first post on WordPress (for the most part). It seems weighty…it’s a fresh start, a whole new world, a blank slate.

How many more cliches can I fit into a sentence?

I’m not a virgin to the blogging world, just to WordPress. As a life-long lover of travelling, I do have a blog detailing my abroad adventures. However, at the end of my last adventures, and the return to my parent’s basement in my childhood home, my college English degree still crisp in my hand, with no money to my name (except that negative cloud of debt), I realized I might have to cull the adventures.

At least the abroad adventures, that is. I do have a knack for mishaps in my day-to-day existence (for example, the toaster burst into flames yesterday, which isn’t a regular occurance for many, apparently. Although I informed my parents they might want to pick up another 12-dollar gem at Target, my dad merely cleaned it out and plugged it right back in. I, however, skipped toasting my bagel this morning).

I’m also attempting to figure out my next step, get fit again, get organized, and basically grow up. ¬†I started this blog to provide myself an everyday (maybe slightly ambitious) outlet to catalogue my life, share my experiences, get my voice out there and remind myself there’s a lot to be found right where you’ve always been standing, instead of just in foreign places.

I also wanted to remind myself that while I’m in a major transition period of my life, I’m transitioning towards something (writing, hopefully, hence the blog) and leaving something behind…and there’s no better place than a journal of sorts to remind yourself how far you’ve come (I may be a little optimistic here, as I have very few job prospects and have yet to hear back from any graduate schools I actually wish to attend).

But, hey! There’s glory in the transition, in the everyday, even when it bursts into flames. Maybe especially when it bursts into flames.