Maybe I don’t want to be ready yet. Maybe I don’t want to say goodbye. Well, life is not fair and this blog post is long overdue. I suppose that statement only stands if you believe that two weeks is a long time, but when I was a kid and I went off to camp each summer two… Continue reading So, What’s Next?
Catchy title eh? I figured it was best to get to the point straight off the bat. But, if you’re looking for a post that will rant, rave, and rail against the world you won’t find it here. Contrary to what some people who know me might think I am no stranger to rejection. I’ve… Continue reading Rejection is a Learning Experience
Have you ever waited at a window for someone to appear? Sometimes life feels like that. It’s odd, as graduation approaches I figured that my colleagues and I would get closer. I thought we’d huddle together in the face of the future but we haven’t and surprisingly, that’s okay by me. I tend to not… Continue reading Embracing 2017: Waving Through a Window
Christmas was quiet this year. Very quiet. I find that I quite enjoy the quiet simply because it is not often that my mind, heart, and soul are capable of resting in the moment. To be completely fair, I have spent a great deal of my holiday sleeping, as much as possible, whenever possible. I… Continue reading Preparing for 2017: The Semantics of Friendship
I saw Rogue One before Christmas and I was underwhelmed. I had plans to write an in-depth piece evaluating the film – its highs (all of the minor characters and the vast scope of the Star Wars landscape) and lows (i.e. the fact that I could not bring myself to really care about the main… Continue reading May the Force Guide Carrie Fisher Home
I had so much hope when I went to sleep on November 8, 2016. I had so much hope for waking up the next day to a new world, a brighter world, a world sprinkled with glass shards from the glass ceiling that would have shattered and glinted in the sun like the glitter I… Continue reading America, Please Wear Your Hope Proudly
Three weeks. Twenty-one days. That is how long this post has been percolating in my head. The day before July 4th I had the privilege to witness the musical Hamilton live in New York City. The experience was literally breathtaking. I could not breathe for a moment when the lights dimmed and the orchestra played the opening… Continue reading Pardon me, are you Sam Lehman, ma’am?