By Chance

I had to be pretty brave today. I had to be my own advocate and ask for something on which my heart was already set. Everyone wished me good luck. I knew some of their wishes were laced with knowledge of the thorn in my side from another time, about a year ago, that being brave didn't work out so well for me. A time when I felt neither fairness nor luck were on my side.

It was raining as I walked to my car, as it tends to do on important days. I loaded my bags into the passenger side, and as I closed the door I saw a wet and muddy and horribly scratched penny on the pavement. It was heads down. My karmic superstition, while disappointed, told me to turn it over and leave it behind. Today was not to be my lucky day, but someone else's. Life's not always fair.



About two years ago, when my brother was studying abroad in London, my parents and I met him to spend his spring break in Ireland. We spent the week driving through the country, spending time in Dublin, Galway, Dingle (pictured above) and our favorite town of Killarney.


Pace Yourself

They say timing is everything. My dad says time is what keeps everything from happening all at once. I am curious, however, whether they are referring to time found, or time made.

There are a few things for which I can always find the time. Those things are under eye concealer, coffee, and blow drying my hair, no matter how late I am running. This list is influenced by some of the things I do not find enough time for, like sleep, rigorous exercise, and drinking any more water than it takes to swallow a vitamin. Also the fact that I am chronically late. And let's be serious, I don't take vitamins, I meant Advil.

Making time, however, is something I am working on. Since my last post, where I said I would be posting more often (jinxed it), I have made time for reading a few novels (I wish I could unread Gone Girl so I could read it for the first time again), gingerly taking my camera off automatic mode, and making no fewer than five kinds of soup in my new crock pot.
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But despite a freak almost-blizzard in DC this week, spring is coming - or so I hear - and there are some things for which I would like to make more time (in addition to sleeping, exercising, and substituting at least one Diet Dr. Pepper a day with a glass of water).

I won't make any grand promises (see: New Year's post), but with the new season I hope to roll out some new habits. Stay tuned... (Or don't! I've left this blog hanging for two months! I really wouldn't blame you.)