First car, first girlfriend.
Two years ago.
Thirty weeks since diagnosis.
Fourth job, finally big-boy.
Five basement-rental family members.
6 months until breakup.
$500 for a dying car.
4 more house dwellings.
3-ish crushes since.
2 exact years on the job.
1 me still same | so distant.
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Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
2016/10/27
2014/09/03
"Life is Weird."
That's something a friend of mine said recently. And I completely agree.
Making slow progress is weird. I've been living by the phrase "patient initiative" lately. I'm trying to be content where I am, but I'm also taking responsibility for moving one step at a time. The problem with long-term thinking is there's a lot of short-term living between here and there.
I've discovered that my love for the written word extends beyond creating writing. I immensely enjoy refining text into publishable pages. That's why I'm hoping to head toward the publishing world. Proofreading and typesetting fascinate me, and I want to learn more about them. The freelance life is weird.
Diseases are weird. In the five months I've had Diabetes, I've certainly adjusted. I'm excited to get better equipment that will help me be healthier, but for now I'm doing well with what I have. I have recently been diagnosed with Celiac Disease, as well, so it has been exciting being able to create my own diet. Different people deal with having these diseases differently, but right now I personally have no qualms calling myself a Diabetic Celiac--because I readily admit these two things are daily issues that define how I live my life. They do not define me, but they define my life.
Being an adult is weird in so many different ways, but I'm learning to live in the tension. Part of me keeps begging to go back to the good ol' "care-free" days. The funny thing is, looking back from this perspective, I'm sure it seems more care-free than it was in the moment. Truly, I cannot go back, so I'm living where I'm at.
Being an adult is weird in so many different ways, but I'm learning to live in the tension. Part of me keeps begging to go back to the good ol' "care-free" days. The funny thing is, looking back from this perspective, I'm sure it seems more care-free than it was in the moment. Truly, I cannot go back, so I'm living where I'm at.
2013/10/05
SnailPlumage
One year ago, on October 8, 2012, the first post was published on SnailPlumage. I can't believe all that transpired in that one year. SnailPlumage was...well...for one, the blog I was a part of last school year. SnailPlumage was the group of people behind the blog. SnailPlumage was my friends. SnailPlumage was at times the worst thing in my life, yet the most exciting thing I was a part of. SnailPlumage is one of the top three things that has shaped my life.
That year was intense, not always fun, but very satisfying. We worked through many issues and grew together as a group. We hung out with cool people. I don't just throw around the word "blessed" in a cliche way, but I can say that I was truly blessed by these people, especially looking back.
SnailPlumage officially started on a mission trip to New York last summer, but the rumblings began before that. All of a sudden, we were thrust into a completely new group with types of relationships we never knew before. We learned about communication and relationships, about ourselves and others, about balancing conflict confrontation and resolution. We saw how we affected each other. Oh, and we learned about writing, too. There are so many memories, pictures, and videos: I can hardly look back without missing that. So many inside jokes and quirks. Bikes, Ruby cookies, scaring dogs with Nerf axes, philosophising about channels and frequencies and keyholes, Legos the size of couches, TVs, Avengers, throwing Peach Rings, full white boards, DISC...the list goes on. So many other things grew out of SnailPlumage.
I dedicate this post in honour of those four brave souls who muddled through it all with me. Even though we were almost perfectly diverse, we were once extremely close. Now, a year later, we have become extremely separated in multiple ways: age, geography, schools, socially--and therefore relationally. It's amazing how relationships can change. I look back and realise how many things we worried about that didn't matter, and what we didn't realise at the time mattered most. The relationships, although completely changed, will forever hold something special.
That year was intense, not always fun, but very satisfying. We worked through many issues and grew together as a group. We hung out with cool people. I don't just throw around the word "blessed" in a cliche way, but I can say that I was truly blessed by these people, especially looking back.
SnailPlumage officially started on a mission trip to New York last summer, but the rumblings began before that. All of a sudden, we were thrust into a completely new group with types of relationships we never knew before. We learned about communication and relationships, about ourselves and others, about balancing conflict confrontation and resolution. We saw how we affected each other. Oh, and we learned about writing, too. There are so many memories, pictures, and videos: I can hardly look back without missing that. So many inside jokes and quirks. Bikes, Ruby cookies, scaring dogs with Nerf axes, philosophising about channels and frequencies and keyholes, Legos the size of couches, TVs, Avengers, throwing Peach Rings, full white boards, DISC...the list goes on. So many other things grew out of SnailPlumage.
I dedicate this post in honour of those four brave souls who muddled through it all with me. Even though we were almost perfectly diverse, we were once extremely close. Now, a year later, we have become extremely separated in multiple ways: age, geography, schools, socially--and therefore relationally. It's amazing how relationships can change. I look back and realise how many things we worried about that didn't matter, and what we didn't realise at the time mattered most. The relationships, although completely changed, will forever hold something special.
2013/09/07
Yet
A bump on the head, they told him. A concussion. That’s all it was. Not the worst they had seen, but still serious. No one could figure out why he was there the night it happened, but he was. He couldn’t remember anything.
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