Hey everyone! I'm really excited to say that my latest post has been featured on the blog of The National Council for Behavioral Health, link below! Guest Commentary – Live, Live: Small Reasons to Survive in 2018 I hope you have things to look forward to in the upcoming year. Please reach out for help … Continue reading Reposted on Mental Health First Aid USA: “Live, Live: Small Reasons to Survive in 2018”
In 2017, I ditched the resolutions, which was a wise move. Here I quote myself, from less than a year ago: "I'm going to allow myself to make mistakes. Instead of being so pressured and focused on making a perfect year, because there's no such thing, I'm going to make 'next year's words await another … Continue reading Live, Live: Small Reasons to Survive in 2018
Like quantum theory, I knew that I, the particle, was being observed and recorded, but I had Deus ex machina on my side - no dice.
Has it really been a month? A whole month? How insane. (Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.) We arrived safely in Boston on August 23rd. After renting a car from Logan International Airport, we got to our hotel without further incident. The next day International Orientation began for new students: we attended welcome breakfast … Continue reading Counting My Blessings: One Month into Wellesley College
Today is special because it is a celebration of growing up. It’s a day of thankfulness and gratitude, to my parents, to life, and to knowledge. Today I am publishing this because I have spent eighteen years in the universe that we call existence. Sometimes I look around and wonder, what sort of world is this that my parents … Continue reading Thoughts on Turning 18
The summer before senior year I participated in the United States Naval Academy Summer Seminar. I had no idea what to expect, except for something very different from what I have known. I had never been anything military before; I had no connections, no experiences, no education, no expectation. Going past the point where no … Continue reading A Week Among Midshipmen (USNA)
For nearly a week, I have been making up five hours of time zone differences in my bed, on the couch, in the fridge, and with my digital bookshelf. Just when I thought this lack of routine might have been over, I woke up at 2am this morning and sighed regretfully when sleep seemed impossible. … Continue reading When Jet Lag Can Be a Good Thing
Dear All, The term "fangirl" gets a bad rap because it conjures up images of cooing hordes of women too old for their obsession. Teenagers hanging up posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction in their bedrooms. Wannabes writing less-than-stellar fan fictions. Immaturity. Hysterics. Dreaminess and idealism. As with all stereotypes, there is some truth in that. But like the others, there can be so much more. If you know me, you will know that I am a huge nerd about many things. From Harry Potter, Star Wars, and DC/Marvel superheroes, to string quartets, Shakespeare, Johnny Depp, and musical theatre, I've had many "phases", but I never look upon them as that way, not even in retrospect. So in short, here's my statement defending the legitimacy of all the fandoms that I belong in.
“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby As an INFJ, I have a difficult time staying in the present. My inferior function is Se, or extroverted Sensing, so sometimes I find myself detached from the moment and the finer details of my surroundings elude me. In instances like today, where four years' worth of students gather in a large room, that tends to happen. As humans, we tend to separate ourselves from the masses. (Teens enjoy saying: Nobody understands me! Adults admit to feeling lonely even among other people.) But we're actually more similar than we'd like to care to admit. At the same time, when we realize we're not so different, our distinctions tend to emerge. When this happens, every life, every face, seems, to me at least, to become much more precious. When I zone out, like Nick Carraway, I appreciate humanity more. Wait a minute - is that like saying, you enjoy the concert more when you shove earplugs into your ears? Not exactly. I think it's more like putting on a pair of glasses and seeing the world in a new tint. Sounds absurd to you? Never mind, that's just my thought of the day. ~Gloria
Does anyone else find our conception of time fundamentally odd? We are said to be constantly inventing ourselves. We go through periods of change and growth. When we emerge from these, we are said to be new. Yet inevitably time causes us to grow older. That's just the way it works. We associate growth with youth. Youth is seldom associated with wisdom however. Our tradeoff for wisdom is our youth. When we celebrate new years and birthdays we say, "Look at me, the new and improved. This is my fresh start." But the paradox is that in order to be new, you have to grow old. Our so-called old selves are younger, oddly. Have you ever thought about that? Time doesn't seem to make sense. It's almost saying that those in the past - the old - don't know any better. The present moment is the oldest we will have ever been before we have gained even more time under our belts. The human who has had the most opportunity for growth and change has been cheated by time. Here's the mystery: We shed our old selves to become older.