I usually have really weird dreams. Lately, they have been pretty boring. Some elements of recent dreams:
running into a student's family at Wholefoods
trying to pick out a dress for a 'winter ball' of some sort
Booooring. Maybe my life is just so simple now that I don't have a lot of junk to work out in my dreams. That sounds nice. I haven't had a horrible tooth-crumbling dream in a long time. This MUST be a good thing!
Besides quitting your job, here are some ways to be happy (Specific to me. You probably have your own ways.):
keep a running list of things to look forward to
appreciate the simple pleasures in life
document the good stuff and look back on it from time to time
I love religious architecture. Architecture will be my career in my next life. I don't think it's one of those things you can just pick up without years of school, so...there's that. Anyway, I took my first trip to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception this weekend. I get a thrill every time I say its name!
I could've stayed in the Crypt Church downstairs for hours. It's so quiet, and there are tiny little prayer chapels hidden in every corner.
This is upstairs, in the Upper Church.
Kirsten took a picture of the dark-skinned Mary and Jesus. I freaking love icons.
The colors are gorgeous.
I took a few shots of the angry Jesus.
A thousand points to anyone who can tell me why He's so upset.
Once you get a taste of spring, it's hard to go back! On Saturday, I realized how gorgeous it was outside and decided to...(pause for effect)...go for a run. This is a rare and glorious occurrence for me.
Rare though it may have been for me, it was not a unique idea. All of Columbia was out. The bike paths were so crowded that there was always someone around when I stopped running and started to walk. No shame in it, though. Any amount of running is a step up for me. I simply cannot stress this enough.
Anyway, I went from my house in Macgill's (spelling corrected from last time) to Elkhorn and around it. It was an amazing day! I was passing hordes of people in winter coats next to a frozen lake as I stripped down to my tank top, and I never got cold. I was just so happy - that feeling you get from the changing of the seasons when you realize you had forgotten what spring really was.
other simple pleasures of the trip:
being completely unencumbered by purses, car keys, phones, and cards of any kind
seeing the ducks and geese congregating in the few melted areas on the lake's surface
seeing all the multiracial Columbia couples, young and old
walking on the ice (I would have gone out further if there weren't so many people who would have seen me inevitably crack it and fall in a little.)
just sitting in the sun by myself...until I felt like moving
One small step for being healthy, one giant leap away from the numbness of winter.
Apparently, in February, my school has 'Wacky Wednesdays,' which are similarly themed to high school spirit weeks. Color Day is probably the lamest, Pajama Day will be the best, there is no Twin Day, and Crazy Clothes Day...well, that's all in how you play it. I feel the need to maintain some level of professionalism, so I will probably not go all out, as I did during my junior year of high school...
There are many things I could say about this photo, including:
Who let me leave the house this way?
I had a lot of hair.
Why was there so much tight-fitting animal print available in my house?
This was before I had real glasses, and I really liked wearing them.
I will probably reuse the wings, and the rest of it no longer exists and wouldn't fit me if it did. Except the shoes.
I really really enjoyed Wacky Tacky Day, as they called it at CCA.
