Thursday, November 29, 2012

Three Weeks

Currently, I am many things.

There are many me's. 

The one at the forefront is the stressed version of me.

The exhausted version.

Yet this me does not stop, because she cannot stop.

This me does not see any other option than to continue.

To make it through the next three weeks. To not lose it, completely. To be awake and mostly present. To work and write and plan and talk.

To be a student for three more weeks.

Then, I don't know which me will take over.

Probably the exhausted one will kick in after a few days. After I realize I no longer have to be "on" all the time. When it sinks in that I can relax; there's no where to go, no one to see, and there are other people who will take care of the rest.

I can't let myself go there yet, though.

I have to keep going.

I have to let the stronger me's take over, and keep me going.

Three more weeks.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

I didn't quite make it to 10

I had every intention of participating in 10 on 10 today. Really, I even took the first three hours' shots. But then I was in Bio lab for the next three shots, and there's nothing like pippetting yeast to kill your photographic creativity.

Nonetheless, I thought I'd share some peeks into my life, from today and a few other times when I've pulled out my camera.

Monday, November 5, 2012


I desperately wanted a pen pal as a child.

I thought it was the coolest thing, sending letters back and forth across the world.

Even then, it was a novel idea.

The internet was already taking over all forms of communication.

I never let go of that dream, though.

When I was thinking about leaving for college, I thought it would be the perfect time to start writing letters. Not to go out pen pal shopping, but to use letter-writing as one way, in addition to all the technology, to stay in touch with my friends.

Surprisingly, some of my friends were on board.

We're actually writing each other real live letters.

Ones with stamps and everything.

I love it.

Every time I see a letter in my little box, it completely makes my day. I read my mail over breakfast and usually head off to face my day with a smile on my face.

It has been a wonderful way to connect (and reconnect) with friends.

There's something about putting pen to paper that makes it feel so much more personal.


I wrote a letter to friend, a long overdue one, last night.

And then this morning, I saw that the first task for The Happy Day Project was to write a letter. So perfect!

Unfortunately I sent off my letter before I could take any photographic evidence, so you'll just have to take my word for it.