Peace, cold, and quiet after the storm subsided Sunday.
Sometimes I hear a song that I just can’t get enough of and I listen to it ALL. THE. TIME. until I get sick of it. Not unlike when I stumble upon a new food and eat it every day for two weeks. Hmmm I’m noticing a trend. What does this say about me?!
Anyway, right now I have three songs on repeat. The one thing they have in common—well, after Juicy J and Ne-Yo—is that they make me want to dance. So turn up your volume and get down with your bad self! It is Saturday after all.
“She Knows” Ne-Yo ft. Juicy J
“Time of our Lives” Pitbull & Ne-Yo
“I Don’t Mind” Usher ft. Juicy J
You will be saying “monay monay monay” for the rest of the day.
As the title of this post suggests, I am getting back in the game. The blogging game that is. I am rejoining everyone and their* dog in the blogosphere, but I am going to be different. I am going to be unique! But how? This is the issue I have been wrestling with as I have tried to decide whether or not to fire up the blogging engines again.
Clearly, I’ve fired them up—temporarily at least. While I do not know exactly what is going to come of this, I do know that sometimes I just need to sing along with Sara Bareilles REALLY loud. You can relate. Oh, just me? Okay. She gets me inspired! (Go listen now!)
Anyway, here’s to being different, and the posts to come.
*Technically, it should be “his/her” instead of their, but “his/her” just ruined the flow of that sentence. Creative liberty for the win?
In honor of my upcoming finals, I’ve decided that I should procrastinate. Obviously, I chose to do so with puppies.
It should come as no surprise to those who know me that Labrador puppies are my weakness. For procrastination purposes and pure delight, please turn your attention to the following.
1. THIS little nugget playing with his rag bone.
2. TUGGER. The puppy who shows us that you can make anything fun.
3. Babies + puppies = melting. I can only hope that this will be my life some day.
For more Labrador lovin’, see my other post on puppies, or feel free to follow my Doggies board (or all of my boards) on Pinterest. And if there are any other Lab videos that I should know about, you should probably let me know.
I’ve been suffering from a prolonged bout of writer’s block. I’m still not sure I’m fully recovered but will give it a college try. (That will only be funny for another year… sigh.)
In an attempt to remedy this, I’ve been taking the advice of every Yoda I’ve come across in the journalism field by reading anything and everything. I’ve been making a folder of good reads, highlighting sentences that strike me and thinking. In these efforts it would seem I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole of life questions I can’t seem to escape.
They begin with that first parenthesized thought – I have one year left – and I don’t know what I want to do. I know, I know. Nobody expects you to have the rest of your life planned out the minute you graduate, but should you at least have some kind of nugget of a plan? An inkling? (I imagine this is smaller than a nugget.) Does anyone really know what he or she wants to do? How do you know?
But maybe a lack of a plan is where the beauty lies. Maybe that’s it. Maybe all I can know is that possibilities are endless in post-grad life. Like the old adage “the world is your oyster,” there’s a huge world waiting, filled with opportunity. In the meantime I just have to keep one foot in front of the other and hope the path I’m walking on leads me to some nugget of a plan. Or at least an inkling.
Guess who’s baaaaack? THIS GAL.
Back both home and to the blogosphere. (In case I needed to clarify that one.)
I took a break. Because I could. Because the semester is over and I’m no longer being graded on the frequency of my blog posts. And because I really just wanted to sit around on my arse and do nothing for a few days. Twas great. But today’s activities were far greater. (As in better, not more important or larger… although probably both?)
I’ve been in the kitchen. ALL. DAY. And I am SO. HAPPY.
For the organization of my blog I will post each recipe separately, but here’s what I made today.
Things I made today:
White Bean Soup
Snickerpoodles (Oh just wait for this one)
Other reasons today was great:
I started the day with yoga and a run to my dear old Dahl’s (groceries). The sun was shining, my five favorite Christmas CDs were playing at random and Millie and I took a quick walk while my soup was simmering.
Can’t complain, people. Can’t. Complain.
It’s a day I thought would never come. I just left my final beat meeting of the semester. And I’m kinda sad.
I remember walking to the first beat meeting back in August. Brooding over all I hated about the class and how annoyed I was that I had to give up an hour on Friday afternoons all semester.
Somehow though, around the time the seasons changed, my attitude did too.
Prior to taking this class, I had heard stories from friends about mean editors who made you cry and weekend nights spent covering events instead of hanging out with friends. Needless to say I was NOT the slightest bit excited to show up for reporter orientation the day before school started. I didn’t know how I was going to survive. I thought about all possible options to avoid taking the class: switching my emphasis area, switching my major, dropping to a journalism minor, dropping out of school (Seriously. It was fleeting, but it was there) – everything.
I even had the meltdown of the year when my roommate asked me about the class and what I wanted to do in life. After multiple consultations with friends, sorority sisters and my actual sister, we decided that my best option was just to suck it up and make it through the semester. I’m really glad I did.
It has by no means been an easy or stress-free class, but it has been extremely rewarding and I’ve learned a lot. Having my name on a byline, seeing a story printed on the front page, meeting new people and getting to talk to them, and learning more about the Columbia community. These were all exciting parts of my semester, but it was the people I worked with regularly – my beatmates and my editor, Liz – that really made the class worthwhile.
I know it sounds so cheesy and cliché to say that, but it’s true. If not for the support, suggestions and constant laughter provided by my “crew,” this could have been one hell of a semester. We’ve created a little ed. beat family, and I thoroughly enjoy being around them.
I used to dread going to the newsroom and now I actually like the time I spend in there. I’ve gone from feeling out of place and alone in the newsroom to fitting right in with my crazy ed. beat family.
I’m not sad the class is over and I’m not sad to re-gain my Friday afternoons, I’m sad to leave my beat.
At least I know I can always count on Rick Astley to cheer me up.