Thursday, May 24, 2012

Fierce Friends

Everyone needs them. Fierce friends.

Friends that love you no matter what.

Friends that are fiercely loyal and true - even when calling you out.

Friends that know the value of space, and don't take it personally.

Friends that are up for adventure, even if its only a daydream.

Friends that will always fight for you.

Friends that ask the right questions, say the right words, and work in the right pauses.

Friends that are ridiculously hilarious and can bring joy to any boring, normal day.

Friends that are inspirational and remind us of the best qualities of ourselves.


I am lucky to have my fair share of fierce friends in my life.

And am off to visit one this weekend!

(Look at that red hair, how fierce can you get?)

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


When I was five and a half, I begged my mom for a half birthday party.

We ate half pizzas made on english muffins, half cupcakes, and I got to have three friends over (that's half five, rounded up).

I still remember feeling so great on this day. And, of course, ever the creature of habit, I was stunned when I turned 6 and a half that there was no big celebration.

Apparently I six and a half is far too old for the silliness of half birthdays.

But I know better.


Thursday, May 17, 2012

Graduation Weekend

I graduated in December but walked this past weekend in the ceremony. My parents came out and the whole thing was that much sweeter knowing I already had a job to go to on Monday morning. It was a great weekend, we were busy for three days straight. I am so thankful that my parents came out, it means a lot to have family around for the ceremony and for Mother's day.  

Here are some scenes from the weekend...

Strawberry Picking! 28 pounds later..

We found the perfect one!


State Farmers market and cabbages as big as your head

Fried Pimento Cheese - Redic

Lunch at The Pit

Homemade PIE!

All dressed up for the ceremony

We spotted my family in the crowd and took the chance to ham it up


Departmental celebration

Thank you Family for all your support, love, and encouragement along the way!
(and especially to husband who "let" me go to do Duke, against his Tar Heel tendencies)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Kinda like Christmas

Is it bad that I am 27 and am an old married lady

and still get crazy excited that 

my parents are coming tomorrow? 

Who can sleep? Not me!

Just look at these lovely people!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Good Old Teddy and Good Old Linds

I've noticed that many of my conversations lately have included the phrase "I thought I would have [fill in the blank] by now". Turns out they don't give you the house/dog/kid/faithfulspouse/goodjob/smokin'bod combo pack the moment you turn 27.

Then I read this article in the Atlantic about how Facebook is making us more lonely, probably because we spend too much time gazing at pictures of those far and away that appear to have it all. Or at least, have the one thing we thought we would have.

Theodore Roosevelt said many great things including:

Comparison is the thief of joy. 

Today I read an article in Vogue about a woman a few years younger than I am who is leading the life I  once thought I would have. I had heard of her last summer while in Kibera and heard her impressive story. She runs an organization there which has received a lot of press and a lot of praise. It all started when she was a study abroad student, she saw the need in Kibera and responded in partnership with a local, who later became her husband, and his organization. She now runs with the big time global health crowd (success= meeting bono and bill clinton in my book) and the organization is going strong and she, her husband, and their organization will have a remarkable impact I am sure.

At first, reading her story I felt physical pangs of jealously, of self-pity, and regret. If only...

And then I realized that I had made an active decision not to lead that life - somewhere long ago in a Starbucks in London I had chosen a different path.

I still want to have a remarkable impact, and am working hard to do that, but it won't look how I thought it would look.

I think back on the forks in the road, where I took a left instead of a right. As my dear friend Lindsay says, often there isn't right or wrong, there is simply this way or that and things fall into place as they are meant to.

We can spend time strolling down the "what-if" lanes, imagining what could have been, but that's only fun for a while.

Or we can enjoy ourselves, be grateful for the privledge to choose, and delight in the one, bright, singular life we have.

And, for example, quit comparing ourselves  myself to that girl who can eat anything and still look like that.

Now off to bake a pumpkin pie!

Funny Cry for Help Ecard: Unfortunately, my daydreams about being skinny are always interrupted by the sound of my own chewing.