.nicole & i about to board the ferry from greece to italy. i think. june 25,'01.one of the greatest gifts that nicole afforded me, was the chance to go backpacking through europe upon graduation, with her best friend and another acquaintance. i will always cherish my 5 weeks in greece, italy, germany, belgium and amsterdam. we really did carry all our stuff around with us. 5 weeks of clothes, a sleeping bag, toiletries, a towel, sneakers, flats and my tevas. some days it didn't seem like much, other days, i was just plain tired of constantly safeguarding my things wherever we went, and would've gladly given it all away. it's surreal, these 7 plus change years reminiscing about past times, about adventure, about living life to its fullest instead of worrying so much, being so particular about life, needing to play it safe when all we needed at the time was to secure a hostel for the country or city we were perusing.
at the clinic today, one of the aides called out sick so i was running around trying to juggle the needs of the patients and the therapists. as i ran over to one of the patients, he looks at me and goes,
at the clinic today, one of the aides called out sick so i was running around trying to juggle the needs of the patients and the therapists. as i ran over to one of the patients, he looks at me and goes,
"slow down. i am tired just watching you."
there was so much concern and sincerity in his voice. and of course it was all because of my perfectionist tendencies, to please everyone at my own expense. forbid i keep anyone waiting or not be on top of everything. so i stopped, and said, "i know. i can't help it, but thanks."
maybe there's more urgency. it seems that as one ages, we become so much more aware of the fragility of our lives. there's just too much to do, and we're living on borrowed time. when you put things that way, it's a great way to take more chances. who ever knows when they'll be taken away for all eternity. my mom has the right idea. shower, put on clean clothes and makeup, no matter where you are going, or how late you are. i have a notion that my mom attributes my singlehood to a lack in personal care, and not that i'm going around looking like a ragamuffin, but there are times i just don't put too much thought in my appearance. if the clothes are clean or even semi-clean, i've flossed and brushed my teeth, and the eyebrows are not jumanjiesque, that's a personal achievement. wow, maybe my mom does have a point. well then, if it's that important to her, then she can financially invest in allow me to be high maintenance. she can fund manis and pedis, cut color and styling of my hair by a level 8 stylist, and make sure that my bags and shoes always match. to some, this is is just basic care. to me, it's just money i don't have to spend. call me crazy, but i'd like to be able to afford oh i don't know, gas for my car, food for my tummy, plane tickets to interviews and of course, application and transcript fees. luxuries my dear. i don't even use the word enough to spell it comfortably (and yes, i just thought out com-for-ta-bly).
and despite all this talk, incidentally, i'm getting a haircut tomorrow. why am i so nervous about bangs? it's like a bad crush.
maybe there's more urgency. it seems that as one ages, we become so much more aware of the fragility of our lives. there's just too much to do, and we're living on borrowed time. when you put things that way, it's a great way to take more chances. who ever knows when they'll be taken away for all eternity. my mom has the right idea. shower, put on clean clothes and makeup, no matter where you are going, or how late you are. i have a notion that my mom attributes my singlehood to a lack in personal care, and not that i'm going around looking like a ragamuffin, but there are times i just don't put too much thought in my appearance. if the clothes are clean or even semi-clean, i've flossed and brushed my teeth, and the eyebrows are not jumanjiesque, that's a personal achievement. wow, maybe my mom does have a point. well then, if it's that important to her, then she can financially invest in allow me to be high maintenance. she can fund manis and pedis, cut color and styling of my hair by a level 8 stylist, and make sure that my bags and shoes always match. to some, this is is just basic care. to me, it's just money i don't have to spend. call me crazy, but i'd like to be able to afford oh i don't know, gas for my car, food for my tummy, plane tickets to interviews and of course, application and transcript fees. luxuries my dear. i don't even use the word enough to spell it comfortably (and yes, i just thought out com-for-ta-bly).
and despite all this talk, incidentally, i'm getting a haircut tomorrow. why am i so nervous about bangs? it's like a bad crush.
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