THESIS
need to get on this…
(Source: totheedgesoftheearth)
The Militant Optimist
The life, times, and random thoughts of an insatiable wonderer.
I’m not entirely certain that I understand this life of mine…
I’ve been back in Atlanta for less than a week and already the very full couple of weeks back in DC feels like a distant memory. Yet when I was there, my time here faded so far into the background that part of me had trouble believing it was actually true.
My dog is with me now, which is great. I forgot how much I liked having him around. It does feel a little like he and I are traversing 2 worlds though. It’s been a common thread throughout my more than 30 years so far - this feeling like I’m almost, but not quite, home. In talking to a friend at some point while I was visiting the city of origin, I talked about this idea a little. If home is where the heart is, then I may be perpetually heartbroken since a part of my heart resides with each of the people that I love.
What will happen this time next year? Will I be packing up to go to a new city, be heading back to DC because I have nowhere else, or will I be staying in Atlanta because the universe has mandated it? If I learned anything from the past year its that I can make all the plans that I want, but I’ll still end up where I’m supposed to be. That feels part disempowering and part liberating. All I can really do is work toward what I think is right and wait to see how it all pans out.
On the plus side, I’m pretty much convinced that I’ll actually be able to get this MPH I’m working on. Getting into a PhD program, however… that remains to be seen. Then again, this step always felt like a vital but intermediary step toward what is to come. At the end, I’ll still be left feeling like I should’ve/could’ve done more, should’ve/could’ve been more. Eventually, however, if history is any kind of teacher; that will fade and I’ll just be left with the good memories, some perspective, and hopefully a few lasting friendships.
For now, however, I’ve committed to a lot over the summer, which means that starting tomorrow the HBO GO marathons will have to end. Sad.
You know, sometimes I wonder about my life. If home is whether the heart is, am I destined to be perpetually heartbroken since part of my heart resides within each of my loved ones?
The pluralism of my life is constantly expanding it seems. How can I possibly contain it all?
Vaguely threatening letters from children.
little kids can be so intense! lololol!
(Source: mehreenkasana)
WHEN A FRIEND FROM HOME IS STRESSED AND SHE ASKS ME ABOUT MY COPING MECHANISMS
Gift and a curse: The 12-pack wine boxes at Trader Joe’s. For this exact reason.
I’m just like:
Porque Because: Jesus Loves Anchor Babies
This is the greatest thing I’ve EVER read on HuffPost.
(Source: ohdeargodwhy)
(Basically I want a cookie-real and virtual-for making connections that everyone else probably made a while ago, but that are only just working their way into my thick skull now.)
What do you want to get out of a practicum?
This is one of the 3 questions posted on the wall by my desk since August. As such, it’s one of those questions that has plagued me for months, insidiously worming it’s way into my brain and haunting me like a shadow.
I’ve (just now) decided to call these kinds of questions spirochete questions. The ones that corkscrew into your brain and set up shop, spreading outward and wreaking havoc everywhere. Thank you lessons in syphilis…
ANYWAY…
I was sitting in the clinic of my internship, waiting to consent the next participant and working on an application for a seemingly unrelated volunteer position. Then BAM, it hit me:
I want a practicum to teach me skills I don’t already have, in a field I’m nowhere near an expert in, and from which I walk away feeling more inspired than jaded.
**insert trumpets of success and celebration, possibly including praise dancers I don’t really understand but like to watch anyway**
So… that pretty much eliminates the easy-for-me sexual health program projects from consideration.
Hmm. Ok.
