I wrap my sweater tightly around my body and slouch over like a sad little Oliver Twist except in Tory Burch boots. One of our front desk ladies starts to laugh at my sight and I start to laugh too. Good Lord. There is a bomb threat in the building next door and I'm not sure what to do with myself so I figure I can just do a little self-swaddle action in the middle of the hallway. We figure we are technically "not in the area" enough to evacuate but we are still a bit too close for comfort in my opinion. The thing about working at a university is that sometimes things like this happen. Coincidentally, around midterm time... Lucky for me, chances are this is in fact a hoax. The first half of the day was cancelled already due to icy conditions so if some sort of mastermind decided that a near empty campus was a good time to blow things up, I'd be a bit more worried about their critical thinking skills. But just for safe measure I think I'll hide at the farthest end of the building behind an armchair in my colleague's office. You know, in case there is debris or something I will have a shield of old apholstery to protect me. I can feel my heart rate start to slow. I think about my own experience as an undergrad dealing with finals. I remember meeting up with a friend on campus during exam week and she asked me, "so how did you do on that history final?" I laughed one of this big, throw your head back laughs. This jokester. We hadn't had the final yet! "No seriously," she asked. "How did you do?" I wave of panic robbed my face of the joy I had felt just seconds earlier. The sirens started going off in my brain. Red alert! Red alert! After a good ole college panic I tried to assure myself that this happens every semester. I couldn't possibly be the only student this had ever happened to. I talked to my professor and soon set up a time to retake the final. I met him in his office and he handed me the exam. I reached to take it and as I did he tells me, "In all my years of teaching this has never happened." His hair was gray. He looked at me and I looked back. He started laughing. Thank. God. I smiled a sheepish smile. "In all my years" continued to ring in my ears and I just smiled at myself thinking about how proud my parents should be. I was number 1!
Now number 1 is back at college in a slightly different role and hoping that the debris she feels will remain one of metaphor and emotion.
I woke up on Sunday to find that it had rained during the night. I adore those little "while you were sleeping" moments. It was a really mellow weekend. S was out of town off-roading and trying to almost (but not) flip over our land cruiser. I try to not think about that logic too much because it makes my head hurt.. I was spending my time studying for a board exam and trying to not go out of my mind. I was pretty successful on both those fronts, thank God. It was actually kind of lovely. We don't always take time to see and really soak in the little things in life. This weekend just seemed full of those tiny moments.
For one, our new pup has been growing and growing. I snapped this photo of her after she shifted from cuddling on my shoulder while I read over notes to literally faceplanting on this pillow in the most ungraceful and deliciously organic way. Boo, our older dog, has been having a harder time adjusting to the baby than we would have hoped. He is annoyed with her obnoxious enthusiasm for the world and is often in a bit of a grouchy mood or fit of jealousy. Watching the dynamics unfold makes me want to apologize to my older brothers for being such a brat and getting so much attention. Boo barked loudly in her face when she wouldn't leave him alone. She cried and she cried and she cried. I just scooped her right up in my arms and held her tight against my chest, soothing her and telling her, "I know, darling, I know, I used to cry like that too." Boo looked at me with his signature expression and I just melted. This dog has this way of looking deeply at you in a way that is hard to find even among people. It was something S and I were really hoping to find when we started our search for a new puppy. It was very hard to do a google search for, "dog breeds that reallylook at you in your soul." I took his photo wanting to capture that little expression of his forever. I kissed his forehead and cheeks the way I always do, trying very hard to engrain that feeling and moment deep into my memory.
I later took a break from my work to install a new barn pendant light fixture in the entry. I have such a Love/hate with installing lighting. At some point in there it always gets frustrating, but when you finally put the tools down and hit the switch and you see that bulb shine? Oh man, it just feels like such a feminist win. I also got another order from my online Etsy shop, The House That Pearl Built. I packaged up this super sweet wolf shot measure to send to its new home. It's so nice to have this little side hobby. There is nothing like getting those orders in and donating profit to the American Cancer Society. It's such a win-win kind of moment that brightens up my day, my buyer's day, and a cancer patient's day. So I guess it's actually a win-win-win moment. I was also hoping to take my new project car out for a spin, but with S out of town and much work still left to do to get it dependable I was content just looking at it and then looking at it some more. It's a 1978 Datsun 280z. I still remember the first time I ever saw one. I was 15 years old and it was in the grocery store parking lot. It was night and the orange flourescent light shined on its metal body. It was Love at first sight. And now it's finally mine as a graduation present to myself. My mind is still a little blown by it. Not so much by the car itself (although, hello, gorgeous), but by having a dream and then seeing it come about in real life. It's crazy and kind of surreal to bring things into reality with hard work and perseverance. It literally feels like living a dream. Pretty wild.
So all in all, my dreaded indoor weekend turned into something kind of special. I hope that I can keep this sensitivity to tiny moments through the rest of my studying and while we're at it, let's just go ahead and throw in the rest of my life. That would be kind of awesome.
Cheers to the new week, everyone. I hope your heart catches the many tiny moments that surround you.
Single Awareness Day. Horrifyingly overpriced dinner day. Give me presents day. Valentine's Day. This holiday of sorts can look and feel very different for people. I'm personally a big fan of the "give me presents" part, but what I'm a bigger fan of is the opportunity this day gives us. A year ago today I took my dad out to lunch on Valentine's day. It was the first one since Mama Pearl had passed. I can't tell you how happy it made the both of us just to take time out of the day to celebrate Love. Period. To celebrate the Love that surrounds us, remember great Loves lost, and truly enjoy each others company while we have it. It made me want to redub Valentine's Day to Share Your Heart Day. Today, I'm looking forward to spending time with S, kissing that face of his, reminding him of how important he is to me, and how much I adore his presence (and presents). I hope your day is filled with meaningful words, memories, and Love too.
Like a fortune cookie from the universe, this beloved quote fell into my lap the other day. It was greeted like a dear old friend that I hadn't seen in a while. You know, like the catch-up dates over coffee where you find yourself wondering how in the hell so much time has slipped by and how you managed to make it without each other, and can we please make sure we don't wait so long next time between visits? This quote came at just the right time for me. I'm entering the "job hunting" phase which comes right after the "soul searching" phase and the "come to Jesus meeting." I know what I want to do and where I want to go and I'm curious to see where my life ultimately ends up after I put forth my best efforts. Regardless of where my destiny takes me, I'm looking forward to staying true to my beliefs and shaking things up wherever I'm at. I don't want to just be good and get a job. I want to be good for something. Plus I'm pretty sure that "just getting whatever job" will make my body break-out in existential hives and anxious rash. I would sooner die. While I can never be too sure of the larger plan that is set for me, I'm fairly certain I'm on the right track with my life because I got my first interview. That part is important of course, but what is more telling to me is that I now have the hibbery jibberies and kind of want to dry-heave from my realization that "hello, I really do want this and this is meaningful and I'm going for it and I could totally fail and that's kind of scary." Yep.
So cheers. Cheers to dreams, risks, destiny, and the meaningful life. Whatever that may look like for you.
Things are looking a bit different up in here and I for one and am pretty darn excited about it. With me and S's move to the city I learned to appreciate true minimalism and living with less clutter. My teeny closet is a testament to that in the most brutally honest way. I'm starting to translate this cleaned up, uncomplicated way of life to my blog too. I feel like I've been super consumed in life and graduate school, but now that I have a few fancy extra letters tagged to the end of my name, I'm looking forward to taking more time for me and the things I adore like writing, design, and sharing my randomness.
Looking forward to spending more time around here, y'all.