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11 months 24 days and 10 hours…but who’s counting?

18 May

So it’s been less than a year since I’ve graduated from college, but it honestly feels like forever.

Graduation is always bittersweet

I recently visited my alma mater. It was both lovely and slightly anxiety inducing. I was able to visit with some old friends, but I inevitably had to answer the same question I dodged when I graduated last year, “so what are doing now?” I am lucky to have work, but in a way it seemed like I had romanticized graduation. I saw it as a finish line, but it was really just the start of the race and I seemed to have tripped on my shoelaces just as the starter gun was going off. I do have to remind myself that that many people feel the same way, full time work is very hard to come by right now. Unfortunately that does not ease the sting of job rejection, no matter how many times it happens.

I was reminded that its a numbers game, I just have to keep applying and will be rewarded. I hope that proves true for many reasons. One of which because I found myself asking my younger friends the very question I hated so much last year and seeing the same panic that had framed my face. I would like to be able to tell them that their perseverance pays off. Which I’m sure it will, sooner or later.

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State of Grace

6 May

Q.  Pick something you don’t like, and choose to accept it.

I am not graceful. I may have the name, but the similarities pretty much end there. I’m clumsy and accident prone, but I’ve come to accept it. I will not be a dancer anytime soon but that’s fine with me, I’d rather be the plucky comic relief anyway. But I do have a type of grace, something that allows me to part take in crazy scenarios that don’t normally happen to others.

While playing a pirate in my 8th grade play, the top of my boot suctioned itself around my leg and could not be pried off. An inordinate amount of time was spent trying to get this stupid thing off my leg, all while I’m laughing so hard that I was crying. People tried to pull it off and soap was used to slide it off. Finally, a big burly guy from the stage crew had the idea to pry the boot off with a pipe and break the seal. I was beside myself with laughter while thinking, “Really? Does this type of stuff happen to other people?”

On my trip to France a couple years ago, I was traveling with someone I didn’t know very well. While I was trying my very best to pretend I knew French and she had her nose buried in Rick Steve’s travel guide, the metro arrived. She took it upon herself to run down the stairs, screaming at me to follow suit, which I did. Being of sound mind and body, I decided it was a terrible plan to try to get on a train when the doors are closing, (common sense, right?) But no. Within a matter of seconds, the doors were being held open with my friend grabbing one arm and screaming for me to get in. The other arm was being pulled in by an odd, disheveled woman with track marks up her arms, smelling of fish and clearly swearing at me in french. This was my introduction to France, all within the first twenty minutes.

Eiffel Tower at Night

I was in Turkey two years ago. During a particularly cold night’s walk a group of us stopped in a Starbucks to warm up. We got some drinks and sat down. After a short while we noticed a man slowly making his way over to our table. He introduced himself as the “Kenyan James Bond”. He was a charismatic man clearly trying to sell us something, but he was just too fun to turn away. He turned his attention to one of the girls closest to him and predicted how her life would turn out, paying specific attention to how many children she would have all while making her a friendship bracelet at an amazing speed. Apparently everyone at the table was destined to have lots of babies, especially me, I had the most of all.  He told me, “You’re going to have a big family-5 kids!” Oh my goodness. He added, “You’ll also come back here and see me.” Someday I’ll go back and we can see how accurate his psychic powers are…

Sunset view of the Blue Mosque

I used to really hate that things like this happen to me because it would single me out, make me different. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to accept that this is just part of what makes me unique. So much so that a family friend made a doll replica of me. It was a sweet gesture and quite a likeness. She even has a band-aid on her knee.  :)

Weekly Photo Challenge- Round

6 May
A lovely midday break

photo courtesy of graphic designer Nicole Quick with her creative genius and fancy schmancy camera tools

Weekly Photo Challenge- One

22 Apr

Birthday Pizza

I realize this photo is a bit on the nose. A “one” right in the picture, but it seemed fitting if you know the backstory. I was visiting a friend who was having a bit of a rough time, stressed and constantly busy. Both of us are twenty-something’s trying to get our sea-legs in the real world. So, finding time to relax is few and far between. My visit coincided with her birthday,and unfortunately her celebration was getting pushed into the background of all her surrounding stressors. We decided pizza for dinner was the best bet because she had gotten a cool pizza oven-thing for a present.  While she was getting the pizza, I snuck off to find some candles or at least something to celebrate.  I couldn’t find regular candles anywhere. I asked two clerks and wandered up and down the isles. There had to be something! Then I found the “1”.  In a way it was pointless, but at the same time it meant everything. Everyone should feel special on their birthday.

No expiration? No worries. Yeah, right…

19 Apr

Living in the Bahamas taught me a lot of things. Today while I was running some errands I was reminded of some of the life lessons.

1) Sunscreen is serious business. I try to make a conscious effort to protect my skin. A day at the beach now requires a full bottle of 50+ spf spray of sunscreen, droopy hat, sunglasses and in some cases I’ll even bring my own shade.

2) Air Conditioning is a blessing. Take advantage of it as much as possible. Make it as cold as you can stand it. Ok, well not really. It’s not exactly environmentally sound, or financially responsible. However, I still remember how it felt to go to a school with no air conditioning,  in consistent 90 degree heat. Isn’t it hard enough to pay attention in middle school without the threat of heat stroke?

3) Always check expiration dates. My mom has always been good about making sure food is good, checking the dates and her stand-by “when in doubt, throw it out.” According to old family stories, my Dad’s mom had a cast-iron stomach. She was a tough lady who had a farm and took care of five kids. She was not one for “checking dates”, and my Dad inherited this trait. Every time my Grandmother would come over to babysit, there was a mad dash to the refrigerator. My mom would clear out the older and questionable food before she would arrive, just in case we got hungry. So, you can imagine that this habit was in full swing when we lived in the Bahamas. We were scarred our first time buying grains, only to find bugs in it. Sometimes, our fellow grocery shoppers would bring expired food to the register and rather than discard it, would ask for a discount. But the seafood was plentiful and delicious, so it seemed like a fair trade. How many kids’ parents make them lobster pizza enough times, that they say “no, thank you?” Not very many I would guess. Even though we have moved from the island, I cannot bring myself to buy something without checking the expiration date and I don’t think that’ll ever change.

Everything we do gives us lessons. The trick is to try to remember them when we need them. Even if it’s just to remember the sunscreen, appreciate a bit of chilly man made air, or to double check the fine print on that milk in your fridge.