Lighting incense / burning rice.
Making friends with winter.
A good production of a breathtaking play.
Getting set up, and going on some dates.
Falling in love with academia.
Lunches with Kathryn.
Social research, culture theory, senior capstone...
Meeting Sui and Noel.
Being awake for too many days in a row.
Swimming in Long Lake. In the Atlantic, in the Pacific, in Lake Michigan.
My only digital camera broke again.
This, again. (Thank you, anti-Pharma sentiments!)
Getting to know Niece-Baby.
My first full-time job, also the most grueling work of my life — street canvassing for two different non-profits.
For a few weeks at the end of the summer, traveling light and receiving enormous hospitality.
And seeing my freshman-year roommate again for the first time in three years.
Singing while I walk.
Gaining and losing my taste for alcohol.
Did I realize my intentions for the year? Yes. Especially my invitation to myself to have "more messes, more failures, more learning." More stretching. More experimenting. More biting the bullet.
The primary psychic ordeals, mostly voluntarily undertaken:
- I let my friend set me up with a mutual friend and Went On Dates, despite freaking awful anxiety and cognitive dissonance. I learned that I hate dating, independent of how much I may like the person.
- I went to the undergraduate version of summer camp (an institution I hate) in order to graduate on time. More anxiety (food-related and social). Triumphant in the end!
- I took a job that almost no one can do. AND KEPT IT