I have been a terrible blogger and I apologize for this. I have been writing, though. I promise. In fact, I've been writing a lot. So much so that I simply do not have time to blog like I used to. It's a good thing.
Everything is still going well. I'm ready for this semester to be over. I'm starting to feel a little burnt out. Spring is in the air and the 80 degree weather is demanding my attention. It's not my fault. It's Mother Nature. She's very pushy.
I feel terrible. I'm not sure what to write about. I will say that I've been working on my memoir as much as I can. This summer I plan to bust out a large chunk. I've learned so much this semester about memoir writing. I've got a much better grasp of what it's going to take than I did before taking this class. I'm excited to put all my effort into it. Even if it's never published, it will be cool to have it finished for me.
And let me just say, writing about your own life is no joke. I'm going to be admitting and talking about things that I definitely do not talk about in this blog. It's terrifying to literally be an open book. In the same breath, it might be liberating to just get it all out there. The finished product will be interesting to say the least.
What else, what else.
I dunno. I'm just happy where I'm at right now. Things are easy breezy. Nothing crazy to report which is a beautiful thing. I'm healthy, happy, and moving forward.
Can I get a low five? Oooh yeah.
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Well, hello 2013
So, 2012 was one of the best years of my entire life. Nothing and no one blew up, fell apart, or died. I've made a ton of badass friends. I accomplished my top two goals - losing weight and going to college. I traveled. I beach bummed it out. I partied. I laughed. I loved.
I found my passion to live again. I found me; arguably something I had never actually had before.
As I told my mother how great my year was earlier today, I teared up a little. It feels really nice to say that.
For 2013 I don't have a laundry list of resolutions. All I want is to maintain the amazing things in my life and continue being happy.
And that...was the best thing about 2012. I'm finally just happy.
Here are some pictures from New Years Eve. I had a blast with the people that got me to my happy place.
Nick
Kelly
Me
Amber and Me
Nick and Me
Amber, Me, Mindy
Cheers to a new year!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
American Widow Project - Austin, TX 2013
As I write this, I have this song stuck in my head:
Don't worry, I'll explain.
Have you ever done something on a whim knowing that you didn't have the time, but once you were there it hit you that you were supposed to be there - screw the other responsibilities?
Yeah. That sums the weekend up nicely.
Here's the dealio. When I attended my first AWP event back in 2010, I was shy, awkward, weird, scared, nervous, and every other sad word imaginable. I felt bad the entire time because I wasn't myself and I was afraid that, as a result, I wouldn't get everything I could be getting out of the experience. In the end, what I ultimately gained were two local widows who turned out to be very important friends; widows that have helped to flip every single one of those negative words around.
Fast-forward to this weekend. I was fairly nervous, mostly because I didn't want to be the same way I was on the last trip. I wanted to be open - be myself. I'll never forget walking into the airport sports bar in Austin. Another widow and I had gotten in earlier than the rest of the gang so we decided to meet up and hangout until our ride came. I didn't know who I was looking for so I texted her with a grin on my face knowing she would either laugh or think I was a weirdo, "Is it awkward if I ask you what you're wearing?" All of a sudden I hear a voice coming from the far corner of the bar, "I'm right here, Karie." We cracked up, introduced ourselves, and quickly became comfortable in our bond of both being widows.
We stayed in a large house on a small hill that had a beautiful view of Austin. I didn't get to see much of the city; we were too busy doing awesome widow things at the house. I was okay with this.
Throughout my time there I quickly realized how much I've changed in the last two years. I mean, I've noticed things here and there, but I'd never heard someone verbalize it or physically noticed myself being different. I believe because I was so awkward at the first event I went to, it just made it that much more apparent how much better I was doing at the second one.
And then this happened: When asked what I was naturally good at, I was stumped. I feel that everything I am good at now took work - I wasn't necessarily born with anything awesome. Then, one of the girls said to me, "Well, I think you're naturally good at talking to new people and making them feel comfortable."
Okay. This may seem small to the average person, but to me this is a HUGE deal. I've never been good at that - and I told her that. Then she said something along the lines of, "I think it was always there, you just had to find it."
I've never thought of things that way. It seems fairly obvious, but when she said that, something clicked with me. For one, I have been working on being more personable and just being myself around new people and apparently it worked (Yessss!) It feels good to not be the utterly sad wallflower for once. Even more, the thought that I've always been that person and just needed to cultivate it is pretty cool. Maybe there is a lot to me that I don't realize. It's fun finding new layers to myself and realizing I'm much more awesome than I ever gave myself credit for.
I also realized on the trip that I second guess my intelligence a lot. One of the girls is a Yale graduate which did two things: 1) It made my scholarly balls shrink as I admitted I go to a school in Alabammy, and 2) it made me realize that people at Ivy league schools aren't a myth - they are real people. All of us talked a lot about goals and passions and such and I regularly brought up education. It's apparently very important to me. I realized that I am very serious about looking into getting a PHD, and I realized I am capable of doing that if I just put the effort in. Then I came home to a week of finals. Then I got my grades for the semester - all A's baby.
One day I will come back to this blog as Dr. Fugett and laugh my ass off at this post. It will be a glorious day.
Now that you know the sappy emotional stuff, I must list some of the activities that took place:
1.) I ate at a food trailer. I'm convinced that food served in cone form tastes better.
2.) I made a flower bouquet at a flower shop! It's much more difficult than you would think, but I think mine turned out lovely.
3.) I learned a new line dance (refer to music video above.)
4.) I got to pick people's brains about non-profit start-up.
5.) I made a fancy shmancy dinner with the ladies.
6.) We had a chef come in and cook for us.
7.) I know there is more but I have a perma-brainfart. I apologize.
My weekend with AWP was fantastic. I learned a lot about myself and I walked away with a handful of quality new friends. I miss them a lot, actually. That is the only downside of the weekends - having to leave.
My life would be so much different without my AWP and the beautifully awesometastic Taryn Davis. I wouldn't know all of the girls I've become so close to who have helped me not only survive but flourish. It's hard to put into words what the organization means to me. I can't wait to go again.
Don't worry, I'll explain.
Have you ever done something on a whim knowing that you didn't have the time, but once you were there it hit you that you were supposed to be there - screw the other responsibilities?
Yeah. That sums the weekend up nicely.
Here's the dealio. When I attended my first AWP event back in 2010, I was shy, awkward, weird, scared, nervous, and every other sad word imaginable. I felt bad the entire time because I wasn't myself and I was afraid that, as a result, I wouldn't get everything I could be getting out of the experience. In the end, what I ultimately gained were two local widows who turned out to be very important friends; widows that have helped to flip every single one of those negative words around.
Fast-forward to this weekend. I was fairly nervous, mostly because I didn't want to be the same way I was on the last trip. I wanted to be open - be myself. I'll never forget walking into the airport sports bar in Austin. Another widow and I had gotten in earlier than the rest of the gang so we decided to meet up and hangout until our ride came. I didn't know who I was looking for so I texted her with a grin on my face knowing she would either laugh or think I was a weirdo, "Is it awkward if I ask you what you're wearing?" All of a sudden I hear a voice coming from the far corner of the bar, "I'm right here, Karie." We cracked up, introduced ourselves, and quickly became comfortable in our bond of both being widows.
We stayed in a large house on a small hill that had a beautiful view of Austin. I didn't get to see much of the city; we were too busy doing awesome widow things at the house. I was okay with this.
Throughout my time there I quickly realized how much I've changed in the last two years. I mean, I've noticed things here and there, but I'd never heard someone verbalize it or physically noticed myself being different. I believe because I was so awkward at the first event I went to, it just made it that much more apparent how much better I was doing at the second one.
And then this happened: When asked what I was naturally good at, I was stumped. I feel that everything I am good at now took work - I wasn't necessarily born with anything awesome. Then, one of the girls said to me, "Well, I think you're naturally good at talking to new people and making them feel comfortable."
Okay. This may seem small to the average person, but to me this is a HUGE deal. I've never been good at that - and I told her that. Then she said something along the lines of, "I think it was always there, you just had to find it."
I've never thought of things that way. It seems fairly obvious, but when she said that, something clicked with me. For one, I have been working on being more personable and just being myself around new people and apparently it worked (Yessss!) It feels good to not be the utterly sad wallflower for once. Even more, the thought that I've always been that person and just needed to cultivate it is pretty cool. Maybe there is a lot to me that I don't realize. It's fun finding new layers to myself and realizing I'm much more awesome than I ever gave myself credit for.
I also realized on the trip that I second guess my intelligence a lot. One of the girls is a Yale graduate which did two things: 1) It made my scholarly balls shrink as I admitted I go to a school in Alabammy, and 2) it made me realize that people at Ivy league schools aren't a myth - they are real people. All of us talked a lot about goals and passions and such and I regularly brought up education. It's apparently very important to me. I realized that I am very serious about looking into getting a PHD, and I realized I am capable of doing that if I just put the effort in. Then I came home to a week of finals. Then I got my grades for the semester - all A's baby.
One day I will come back to this blog as Dr. Fugett and laugh my ass off at this post. It will be a glorious day.
Now that you know the sappy emotional stuff, I must list some of the activities that took place:
1.) I ate at a food trailer. I'm convinced that food served in cone form tastes better.
2.) I made a flower bouquet at a flower shop! It's much more difficult than you would think, but I think mine turned out lovely.
3.) I learned a new line dance (refer to music video above.)
4.) I got to pick people's brains about non-profit start-up.
5.) I made a fancy shmancy dinner with the ladies.
6.) We had a chef come in and cook for us.
7.) I know there is more but I have a perma-brainfart. I apologize.
My weekend with AWP was fantastic. I learned a lot about myself and I walked away with a handful of quality new friends. I miss them a lot, actually. That is the only downside of the weekends - having to leave.
My life would be so much different without my AWP and the beautifully awesometastic Taryn Davis. I wouldn't know all of the girls I've become so close to who have helped me not only survive but flourish. It's hard to put into words what the organization means to me. I can't wait to go again.
All the lovely ladies on the first day.
My bouquet!
My room for the weekend.
Coned food.
All of us with the chef.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll
The holidays are always a little difficult without you know who, but I must say that I'm so thankful for the memories I have. In fact, that's what I'm most thankful for at this particular moment. Even when people are gone from this earth, they truly remain in the hearts and minds of those who loved them. Our ability to remember the past is a gift. I will never go without seeing his face as every detail is burned into my memory. I'm a lucky girl to have seen such a beautiful face and to have been loved by such a beautiful person. What is there not to be thankful for?
I hope your bellies are full and love and laughter is abundant.
Happy Thanksgiving
I hope your bellies are full and love and laughter is abundant.
Happy Thanksgiving
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
I. Love. Education.
Next semester I have a memoir class on lock which is taught by a novelist who is currently working on her third book, a memoir. I will finally be forced to write (finish) it, as painful as it may be. I am also working on forming a directed study for myself where I will be compiling stories of veterans from Vietnam and World War II for a separate book.
So, basically, if I get the directed study on lock I will be working on two (TWO!) books next semester. Kind of intimidating, but I'm just going to treat them as if they are any other class - peck away at each one every week and hope that the end result is something legible.
I. Love. Education.
If I end up in school forever, do not be surprised. I've found my home.
So, basically, if I get the directed study on lock I will be working on two (TWO!) books next semester. Kind of intimidating, but I'm just going to treat them as if they are any other class - peck away at each one every week and hope that the end result is something legible.
I. Love. Education.
If I end up in school forever, do not be surprised. I've found my home.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Searching For Answers
Don't freak out. I realize what I'm about to say is slightly off the wall, especially for some of you, but it is something I feel I need to do.
This is me needing answers and using last resorts to get them...
I think I'm going to speak with a medium soon. That and I may go to a past life regressionist.
I don't speak of my "beliefs" often, if I have ever. The truth is that I don't know what I believe. I used to think I knew, then I began questioning everything after Cleve was injured. After he died it was as if everything I had been taught was foreign to me. Two and Two did not equal four and I refuse to follow anything blindly. If it doesn't make sense to me, it isn't for me. So that was that.
Now, I suppose I'm looking for some truth. I want something that makes this universe make sense to me. Even if it's just a little bit of sense. Because, as of now, I'm leaning toward us all being a freak scientific accident - that our ultimate destiny is to be dust. The thing is, I don't want to believe that. There must be more. Surely there is a rhyme. There has to be a reason for all of this.
So, I'm going to explore other options. And I'm starting here. I've talked to a couple of widows now that have talked to mediums and have gotten amazing results. The closure and the answers they received - I want that. Maybe it's all fake - fine. But I have to try. I have to try to talk to him one more time. Just once. If you tell me there is any chance that is possible, you better be damn sure I'm going to take it.
As far as the past lives, it's just something I've pondered often since he died. There had to be more to us. There has to be more later. There has to be. If this life was it, then I will be glad to be dust. I do not need a "heaven" without him and according to the bible I was taught on, he did many things that wouldn't allow him into the gates. He didn't get a chance to fix those things. And that's bullshit. Our "actions" as imperfect human beings - something that, I'm sorry but, did we ask to be born? - does not justify to me a solid place in "hell". To be told that some are just lucky enough to live long enough to repent for their "sins" while others are taken suddenly with no more chance left, is - frankly - horse shit. I'd rather believe that, if we do have souls, our souls get to grow through time. And that those we lose, we see again. That we get second chances to make up for past mistakes.
So, I'm exploring it because... why not? I have nothing to lose except maybe the respect of my Christian family but that would only solidify my feelings on all of this. So. There.
Two other widows and I are going to be flying to Salem, MA in January to see another widow friend to do the medium thing. We were all randomly feeling we needed to do this last week without even knowing the others were feeling the same. That was really what did it for me. Yea, I also pay attention to "signs" now. Synchronicity, to me, is the universe letting me know I'm on the right path. So I'm just gonna keep on truckin'.
All of my Christian friends out there, if you are appalled by this post, it will be okay. Let's just put it this way. If there is a hell and hell is what I was taught growing up then that is very well where my husband is. If he is there, I can be there, too. Though, I just don't believe it anymore.
I can't.
I shall report back on all of the shenanigans as they ensue.
This is me needing answers and using last resorts to get them...
I think I'm going to speak with a medium soon. That and I may go to a past life regressionist.
I don't speak of my "beliefs" often, if I have ever. The truth is that I don't know what I believe. I used to think I knew, then I began questioning everything after Cleve was injured. After he died it was as if everything I had been taught was foreign to me. Two and Two did not equal four and I refuse to follow anything blindly. If it doesn't make sense to me, it isn't for me. So that was that.
Now, I suppose I'm looking for some truth. I want something that makes this universe make sense to me. Even if it's just a little bit of sense. Because, as of now, I'm leaning toward us all being a freak scientific accident - that our ultimate destiny is to be dust. The thing is, I don't want to believe that. There must be more. Surely there is a rhyme. There has to be a reason for all of this.
So, I'm going to explore other options. And I'm starting here. I've talked to a couple of widows now that have talked to mediums and have gotten amazing results. The closure and the answers they received - I want that. Maybe it's all fake - fine. But I have to try. I have to try to talk to him one more time. Just once. If you tell me there is any chance that is possible, you better be damn sure I'm going to take it.
As far as the past lives, it's just something I've pondered often since he died. There had to be more to us. There has to be more later. There has to be. If this life was it, then I will be glad to be dust. I do not need a "heaven" without him and according to the bible I was taught on, he did many things that wouldn't allow him into the gates. He didn't get a chance to fix those things. And that's bullshit. Our "actions" as imperfect human beings - something that, I'm sorry but, did we ask to be born? - does not justify to me a solid place in "hell". To be told that some are just lucky enough to live long enough to repent for their "sins" while others are taken suddenly with no more chance left, is - frankly - horse shit. I'd rather believe that, if we do have souls, our souls get to grow through time. And that those we lose, we see again. That we get second chances to make up for past mistakes.
So, I'm exploring it because... why not? I have nothing to lose except maybe the respect of my Christian family but that would only solidify my feelings on all of this. So. There.
Two other widows and I are going to be flying to Salem, MA in January to see another widow friend to do the medium thing. We were all randomly feeling we needed to do this last week without even knowing the others were feeling the same. That was really what did it for me. Yea, I also pay attention to "signs" now. Synchronicity, to me, is the universe letting me know I'm on the right path. So I'm just gonna keep on truckin'.
All of my Christian friends out there, if you are appalled by this post, it will be okay. Let's just put it this way. If there is a hell and hell is what I was taught growing up then that is very well where my husband is. If he is there, I can be there, too. Though, I just don't believe it anymore.
I can't.
I shall report back on all of the shenanigans as they ensue.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Endless Possibilities
Lots and lots of decisions are having to be made. All awesome things. Nothing for the immediate, immediate future, but definitely for the next year. I can't help but reflect a little as all of these opportunities are being handed to me. Dare I go back and read an entry from three years ago? It's not even necessary. I know where I was and I've come a long way.
I have accomplished many of the things I once had little faith I would ever be capable of accomplishing. What I thought were my ultimate goals are turning out to only be hurdles in pursuit of bigger and better things. I can't say there are life altering events that are waiting for me necessarily, but there are possibilities that didn't exist before, and that's pretty cool if you ask me. My future is filled with endless opportunity now. Two years ago if you mentioned the word future I probably would have given you the middle finger. I saw black and only held on to goals because I had nothing else to hold on to. Now it's exciting to ponder all of the possibilities. And my goals aren't just something to desperately hold on to, but are a part of me now. I've proven to myself that not only can I do the things I wanted to do, but I can excel at them and do even more than I imagined. I am not as mediocre as I once thought I was.... damn it that feels good. I feel like I'm back. I have a few cuts and scrapes but they're healing and I'm ready to tackle life!
It's amazing how time transforms us - molds and manipulates us - sometimes for the better and sometimes worse. For so long I was scared that time was only going to be the death of me. Aging and death - that is what it meant to me and it was forever out to get me. But now I see that it's so much more. It's also healing and the possibility for second chances. It's new memories, new friends, and new love. I know now that, though I am still jam pack full of flaws and have a list of things I need to do that is a mile long, I have time to work on each one of those things. I've learned to enjoy my time while I have it and appreciate it by using it wisely. I suppose it's a glass half full kinda thing... it's much better than half empty, I promise you.
I haven't written a random, doesn't-really-make-any-sense journal post in a while. It feels good.
Here's to time! And the future! And to endless possibilities!
....and to sleep. GOOD-night!
I have accomplished many of the things I once had little faith I would ever be capable of accomplishing. What I thought were my ultimate goals are turning out to only be hurdles in pursuit of bigger and better things. I can't say there are life altering events that are waiting for me necessarily, but there are possibilities that didn't exist before, and that's pretty cool if you ask me. My future is filled with endless opportunity now. Two years ago if you mentioned the word future I probably would have given you the middle finger. I saw black and only held on to goals because I had nothing else to hold on to. Now it's exciting to ponder all of the possibilities. And my goals aren't just something to desperately hold on to, but are a part of me now. I've proven to myself that not only can I do the things I wanted to do, but I can excel at them and do even more than I imagined. I am not as mediocre as I once thought I was.... damn it that feels good. I feel like I'm back. I have a few cuts and scrapes but they're healing and I'm ready to tackle life!
It's amazing how time transforms us - molds and manipulates us - sometimes for the better and sometimes worse. For so long I was scared that time was only going to be the death of me. Aging and death - that is what it meant to me and it was forever out to get me. But now I see that it's so much more. It's also healing and the possibility for second chances. It's new memories, new friends, and new love. I know now that, though I am still jam pack full of flaws and have a list of things I need to do that is a mile long, I have time to work on each one of those things. I've learned to enjoy my time while I have it and appreciate it by using it wisely. I suppose it's a glass half full kinda thing... it's much better than half empty, I promise you.
I haven't written a random, doesn't-really-make-any-sense journal post in a while. It feels good.
Here's to time! And the future! And to endless possibilities!
....and to sleep. GOOD-night!
Monday, October 8, 2012
Warrior Dash - Warrior, Alabama
This weekend I went to yet another Warrior Dash and, as expected, had a blast. Here are some of the pictures I have so far. Professional ones taken throughout the course should be ready on the tenth.
After doing two of them I have decided that: A.) Some are better than others. Better obstacles. Better scenery. Better people. I must admit, the one in Georgia was my favorite so far. B.) Spring is a better time to go. The weather was PERFECT in May. It was FREEZING this time. It was fine during the race, but once things calmed down everyone was extremely cold. C.) No matter what the circumstances, they are always worth it. I totally recommend.
Brandon, Jenni, Me, and Nick.
Nick and Me
Jenni and Me.
"Dancing" (flailing) to stay warm.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Ah, Pictures
Random pictorials of my random life because I am way too busy for blogging these days.
I shaved my dog to look like a lion. She appropriately found a hippo to chew on shortly after:
Learning some chords on Cleve's banjo:
Before and after of my weightloss = 40 lbs. Don't mind the funky dressing room picture. This was the moment I realized I am no longer "big boned". It needed to be documented:
Crappy/Cheesy back-to-school picture.
Me and the Cajun.
Back to homework I go.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
My Life: Learn, Run, Grieve, Repeat
Well, hello there. It's been a while.
I'm currently taking time away from football which is not acceptable, but with the wave of grief I'm riding, I felt it only appropriate to come to where the rest of my woes are documented. Misery loves company. I suppose it's true even if it's just the company of your own past misery.
Really, it's not that bad. As usual, things are just fine. I've just been overly aware of that hole in my chest for no apparent reason other than it was bound to show up again eventually. It's hidden from sight, yes, but it sure does like to make itself known. It hurts forcing smiles when my chest feels like it's caving in. Luckily, I've been able to hide behind my textbooks today. Though, those are proving to be even more draining. I decided I need two things. To write it out and to force myself into the sunshine. As soon as I'm done here, I'll work on the latter.
On a lighter note, the last few days aside, everything has been gravy. This semester of college has been wonderful. I'm still convinced I need to just be a student forever. I love learning. I am getting smarter by the day. It's made me realize that I truly was not using my little cranium to its full potential. I feel more accomplished and more comfortable than I have in... ever. I'm so glad I made the decision to do this. It's just right.
On another lighter note, I lost all of my "hospital weight", plus some. I've lost nearly forty pounds. I'm no teenager, but I feel great. Again, I feel comfortable. Finally. Running and being active in general has saved me in many ways. I grieve less, I'm more energetic, I'm happier, I'm more focused... I could go on. I should have been doing this all along. I truly feel my life would have been very different if I had. It's amazing how your physical health can effect every aspect of your life. I'm glad I can say I'm healthy again. It's one less thing for my warn out self to have to deal with.
In other random news:
I shaved my dog to look like a lion. She's the cutest cub in the world.
Nick and I are still trucking along.
I'm convinced the French language still hates me, but I believe our relationship is very close to making a breakthrough. I will conquer you!
I changed majors from Communications to English. I'm very excited about it.
I joined an Honor Society for freshman and sophomores. I figured it couldn't hurt to slap on a resume one day.
(...I apologize that most of what I have to talk about is school related. It's the majority of my life these days.)
My friend Andrew at Walking to Listen finally finished his journey! I'm so excited for him and proud of him and miss him often. When I asked him what he was going to do when he got home, he said he was going to have homemade popcorn with his mom.
I'm currently seeking someone who gives banjo lessons. I have yet to find this someone, but I'm convinced they exist. I will play banjo, dang it. I will.
I can't think of anything else even remotely interesting. I hope that this finds everyone well.
I'm currently taking time away from football which is not acceptable, but with the wave of grief I'm riding, I felt it only appropriate to come to where the rest of my woes are documented. Misery loves company. I suppose it's true even if it's just the company of your own past misery.
Really, it's not that bad. As usual, things are just fine. I've just been overly aware of that hole in my chest for no apparent reason other than it was bound to show up again eventually. It's hidden from sight, yes, but it sure does like to make itself known. It hurts forcing smiles when my chest feels like it's caving in. Luckily, I've been able to hide behind my textbooks today. Though, those are proving to be even more draining. I decided I need two things. To write it out and to force myself into the sunshine. As soon as I'm done here, I'll work on the latter.
On a lighter note, the last few days aside, everything has been gravy. This semester of college has been wonderful. I'm still convinced I need to just be a student forever. I love learning. I am getting smarter by the day. It's made me realize that I truly was not using my little cranium to its full potential. I feel more accomplished and more comfortable than I have in... ever. I'm so glad I made the decision to do this. It's just right.
On another lighter note, I lost all of my "hospital weight", plus some. I've lost nearly forty pounds. I'm no teenager, but I feel great. Again, I feel comfortable. Finally. Running and being active in general has saved me in many ways. I grieve less, I'm more energetic, I'm happier, I'm more focused... I could go on. I should have been doing this all along. I truly feel my life would have been very different if I had. It's amazing how your physical health can effect every aspect of your life. I'm glad I can say I'm healthy again. It's one less thing for my warn out self to have to deal with.
In other random news:
I shaved my dog to look like a lion. She's the cutest cub in the world.
Nick and I are still trucking along.
I'm convinced the French language still hates me, but I believe our relationship is very close to making a breakthrough. I will conquer you!
I changed majors from Communications to English. I'm very excited about it.
I joined an Honor Society for freshman and sophomores. I figured it couldn't hurt to slap on a resume one day.
(...I apologize that most of what I have to talk about is school related. It's the majority of my life these days.)
My friend Andrew at Walking to Listen finally finished his journey! I'm so excited for him and proud of him and miss him often. When I asked him what he was going to do when he got home, he said he was going to have homemade popcorn with his mom.
I'm currently seeking someone who gives banjo lessons. I have yet to find this someone, but I'm convinced they exist. I will play banjo, dang it. I will.
I can't think of anything else even remotely interesting. I hope that this finds everyone well.
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