the obscurity of an order
so i meant to spend the afternoon cleaning my room but somehow i got sucked into the dangerous lj reminiscence. reading over some of my entries from last year led me to the seemingly obvious revelations that:
1. i have some sort of sickness far more often than most normal people experience
2. this is most certainly perpetuated by my awful sleeping habits
i'm sure i've written about this before, but one of the most helpful things about keeping a journal of any sort is being able to look back and see where you've grown, and perhaps where you have also stagnated. i'm definitely a less stressed person this year than last year, but i see some patterns that seem inescapable (e.g. letting my academics take a back seat to everything else that i do)
a few months ago i sat with jeff in starbucks to have one of my sanity checks (which he disguises as a casual trip to the coffee shop) and i realized how lucky i have been to have such an array of experiences and friendships since i left for NELP last may. there are so many ways i have fallen short of my own expectations, yet here i am still content with the opportunities i have been privileged to have.
for some good reading check out wallace stevens, "final soliloquy of the interior paramour." it'll hit you, i promise.
on that note i just got several dance marathon phone calls, mid-post and i have to get to work.
1. i have some sort of sickness far more often than most normal people experience
2. this is most certainly perpetuated by my awful sleeping habits
i'm sure i've written about this before, but one of the most helpful things about keeping a journal of any sort is being able to look back and see where you've grown, and perhaps where you have also stagnated. i'm definitely a less stressed person this year than last year, but i see some patterns that seem inescapable (e.g. letting my academics take a back seat to everything else that i do)
a few months ago i sat with jeff in starbucks to have one of my sanity checks (which he disguises as a casual trip to the coffee shop) and i realized how lucky i have been to have such an array of experiences and friendships since i left for NELP last may. there are so many ways i have fallen short of my own expectations, yet here i am still content with the opportunities i have been privileged to have.
for some good reading check out wallace stevens, "final soliloquy of the interior paramour." it'll hit you, i promise.
on that note i just got several dance marathon phone calls, mid-post and i have to get to work.