Came across this while going through old emails. Thought I’d repost in addition to some words from my man, Andy DuFresne (all my Shawshank Redemption fans say heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy):
Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And no good thing…ever…dies.
The One with the Five Year Plan [repost from old blog]
A funny thing happened in my cubical while charting away about nutrition diagnoses and their respective interventions. I was asked, what my five year plan was. Okay, I lied. It wasn’t to me directly. It was actually a suggestion to ask someone soon. But then, I got to thinking about…whether or not I even knew the answer to that question. “Don’t think about it,” he said, “Just answer it. And if you throw in some ‘I-don’t-know’s’ then that’s being honest.” And so. I answered it. Without hesitating. Without thinking twice. Continue reading →
There are some things I am really good at. Like carrying 15-20 bags of groceries from my trunk to my apartment in one trip. Or leaving ridiculously animated 1-2 minute long “voxes”. And there’s my ability to rap along to Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes’ part in TLC’s “Waterfalls” flawlessly in my head. And the fact that I can make myself laugh hysterically after ugly-crying mascara waterfalls in my car, in the rain, in the dark. I take silent pride in such resume-unworthy skills.
“When you looked into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.” -Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s like…walking into a cafeteria full of upperclassmen and not knowing where to sit. Holding a sticky plastic tray weighed down by sub par processed eats, just aching for the sight of a familiar face or an enthusiastic wave.
Or awkwardly being introduced to an entire crowd of your new colleagues. And not because your new supervisor thinks you’re super cool or even bothered to notice your superbly comfortable suede black heels from Clarks that you can actually walk in without looking like a penguin. It’s totally obligatory…so it’s not even that intriguing of an intro. Monotonous, subdued. Just another act before the headliner. Lack of sound check and all. Continue reading →
I’m not very good at this. Clearly. This obligatory routine. Of posting on certain days of the week and within a certain time window to promote optimal traffic. I’m pretty weird about it, actually. Sometimes, I go all in. I jump in the sea of noise of the social media world…hoping to be heard. And there are other times, when I want nothing to do with it. When I go on hiatuses and change usernames and just turn off all the lights and curl up into a ball. Not because I’m sad, moreso, I don’t want to be heard. I don’t feel the need.
“Ahh, the different versions of Monica,” a friend once said. Constantly changing, revolving…growing. I took it as a compliment. Still do. Because quite frankly I’d rather be all that…than just…be one.
There’s a lot I’d like to accomplish by the end of the year. Particularly more traveling and attend sports events. Not buy a house, find a husband or start a family. Not yet, at least. That’s normal…right? Normal shmormal.
I will travel on, my friends. On a budget. And domestic travel. How I do that will be tricky, but here are a couple of things I consider/do before booking away. My “play-by-play” if you will. Continue reading →
For those who know me, you know how much I love to fall in love. Wear my heart on my sleeve? Baby, I’ll superglue it onto my forehead and strut around like it ain’t no thang. Here are three things I fell in love with this week, hence, my [Weekly Love Affair]…duh.
It happened slowly. I didn’t plan on it. I didn’t even think he was that cute. Basketball was my first love and I wouldn’t even dare to look at another sport. Not then. Not while I was going steady. I avoided eye contact and spent years dodging any chance I would fall for this kid. This boy next door. I thought I had it all figured out, you know? Ignorance was truly bliss. Continue reading →
I’d like to preface this blog post by saying that, I’ve been to Toronto before. Growing up in a basketball-loving family had its perks since we spent every Labor Day weekend playing/watching in a tournament somewhere in Canada. But majority of the time, we were sucked into the love of the game and remained inside the gymnasium triumphing in victories, mourning over defeats or in the purgatorial and anxious state of the two extremes. I don’t really remember too much about Toronto other than the fact that we did make a day trip out to Niagara Falls and took the obligatory tourist photos in passing. The last time I went there was back in 2009 with a college friend to visit her mom where all I remember doing is stuffing our faces with sushi and pastries/rolls from Chinatown, having life-altering conversations about “matters” in a parked car, learning how to finally say “poutine” correctly and getting amazing mani/pedis. Continue reading →
My apologies for the lack of updates. In the last month and a half, I’ve actively been throwing myself in places unknown interpretive-dancing style and haven’t really had a chance to look back at everything I’ve done. All the places I’ve seen. All the wonderful people I’ve met. It’s been quite the ride, truth be told. But I’m back. With lots of stories to share! Continue reading →
A funny thing happened on my way to work today. A fellow Chicago sports fan and I crossed paths. It was just after the sun rose just south of the heart of Toledo. I was running late for work (as usual), but was in no rush knowing that I’ll at least get there by 0710 (because let’s face it, that’s still “on time”). He was driving on my left…just slightly ahead of me. I recognized the Bears and Sox stickers on the rear of his car immediately and felt my heart drop when I saw it. Those stickers represented thick-skinned loyalty, regardless of where one decides to reside. Of hope. Of passion. That feeling of comfort of seeing something familiar in a city far away from home…like an order of sausage and gravy from a outdated, family-owned diner. None of that frozen, pre-packaged stuff either. The real stuff. The good stuff. Continue reading →