by Megan on March 23, 2010
I can’t believe I really only have five or six weeks left of homework before I’m free of my spring semester of classes. Last week, I was stressing again, ready to completely give up. Then I wrote an 850-word essay on Dante’s Inferno, and wrote on a discussion topic about same-sex marriage in my women’s studies class, and I felt so much better. It’s amazing how two seemingly small assignments can really put a weight on your shoulders. For the next two or three weeks, things will be smooth-sailing right before it’s time to hunker down again and study for finals. I’m welcoming the breath of fresh air, though, and I’m almost looking forward to finals … because finals mean SUMMER BREAK. (And I say “summer break” loosely because I’ll still be working a full time job all summer.)
Husband and I may be getting another kitten in the near future. My in-law’s cat had babies, so we may be taking one, if Loki will stand for it. They’re tiny and grey right now, and I’d really like a girl. We’re thinking of the name “Eris,” which I believe is the name of the Greek goddess of chaos/strife. (If you remember, Loki is named after the Norse god of mischief, and he fully lives up to his name!) If we do happen to get a kitten, I believe this will be our last one. Two is enough. Right? (I told Husband to be careful, though. After the kittens are grown, I’ll be ready for babies. Hah!)
Husband and I are thinking of doing a “No Meat Monday” every week, as well as a meatless dinner another day of the week. While we’re dipping our feet into consuming less meat, we’d still like to eat nutritiously. Any ideas on healthy, vegetarian dishes that we could try? I’m not a HUGE fan of cheese, but I’ll try anything. I really don’t like soy chicken, either, so no fake meats, if possible. If you have any suggestions for vegetarian cookbooks and/or blogs, send them my way!
Happy Tuesday, everyone! May this week be filled with sunshine and blooming flowers.
by Megan on March 17, 2010
Loki hates the D5000. I think it’s the sound that the shutter makes. So, when he woke up from a nap the other day, I tried to catch him while he was still sleepy so that he wouldn’t run away before the first click.
He was so sleepy that he didn’t mind at all.
Okay, so maybe he was slightly irritated.
So irritated, in fact, that he hid from me and went back to sleep.
They’re so cute when they’re mad.
[Real posts to return soon. Seriously, though, if this doesn't get you through the rest of the week, I don't know what will.]
by Megan on March 3, 2010
As I was thinking of what to blog about this morning, I realized that I sort of forgot how to write about my life. I have random ideas of what I’d like to write down, but they remain ideas. I can’t fully convey them in a written–or typed–way anymore. Is it my lack of patience or my inability to focus on anything BUT research papers. Sometimes I’d like it if my life came with an encyclopedia that I could cite. Of course, that’s not happening, so I must take the time out to actually focus and contemplate my life. Writing has always been therapeutic for me, and I don’t want it to become a “must-do” task, but sometimes, I have to force it upon myself to free up the tension between it and I.
I think it’s about time I start taking control of my life. Honestly, so far, I’ve let life control me a little. It’s easier that way. Things just fall into place sometimes, and it’s nice not having to make decisions. When I felt myself getting stressed last week over what to make for dinner, though, I knew it was time to reevaluate. Deciding what to make for dinner should not make me want to curl up on my couch eating chocolate ice cream while crying and watching Sex and the City. It shouldn’t upset me that much.
When I was fifteen, I had a “plan” for my life–married by age twenty-one(check), finished with school by age twenty-three (not going to happen), buy a house and have a baby and an awesome career by age twenty-five (yeah, right). As we all know, plans usually don’t work out. Why, though? What happens in between? Life, of course … But when do we stop controlling how our life pans out? When do we lose the grip we have on all of those big plans?
While I’m okay with not receiving my Bachelor’s degree until I’m probably twenty-five, I’m sometimes not okay with the fact that I may be nearly thirty by the time we’re ready to start a family. I told Husband the other day that I’d rather just get my Bachelor’s degree, have a baby, and go back to school for my Master’s when the baby is old enough to start school. (To do what I want to do, I need my Master’s.) Is that realistic, though? Is it idiotic to have a “plan,” even though I know it probably won’t pan out exactly in the way I want it to? There’s a time in everyone’s life in which we must allow life to take control, allowing the chips to fall where they may … But when is the appropriate time to take back the reigns and steer life the way you want it to go?
by Megan on March 2, 2010
