All Good Things

Adaptability.   If you are at all familiar with the Clifton StrengthsFinder system, then you may know that Adaptability is one of the themes that Gallup includes under its “Relationship Building” category.   If you are at all familiar with me, you will probably be surprised to learn that when I took the Strengths Assessment in the fall of 2017, Adaptability was ranked within my top five themes from a list of 34.   Had I guessed, I would never have thought that I would be called adaptable, in any setting, for any reason.   One of my mom’s favorite things to tease me about is my attachment to lists and schedules.   If you say that we’re eating dinner at a certain time, I’ll expect to be eating dinner at that time.   Monday is my favorite day of the week, because it’s the day that everything starts over, and I have a schedule to follow again.   I prize routine.   I like my life boring.   Though I love the sun (lol standsforthesun.blogsp...

Hello.   I hope, if you’re reading this, these words are finding you well.   As I sit in my kitchen writing this, it is January 2, 2019.   January 2nd, 2019 marks the end of the holiday season.   Today is the day that everyone goes back to work, back to school, back to normal.   Everything deflates rather quickly starting today, especially after all of the   merriment and celebration in December.   We spend the last days of December with a champagne flute in hand, celebrating all of what has happened in the last twelve months and swearing to do better in the next twelve.   We spend the light of the first day of the year recovering from all of our celebration, and vowing that our promises were legitimate, and that we will follow through on them.   And then it’s over, and it’s overcast, and alarms go off before the sun rises, and it is time to get back to life.   I brought in 2019 in a beautiful way.   I was surrounded by...

I’m a big believer that the Universe (capital U) knows a lot, and that I should listen to it.   I own (and actively use) tarot cards.   I have crystals hanging in my room.   I pray constantly.   And I think that recently, I’ve felt a little abandoned.   I get an idea in my head, that I should leave this place, at this time, so that I can be in the Right Place ™️ , at the Right Time ™️ for **something magical** to happen (knowing exactly what I want that **something magical** to be).   And when that exact thing does not happen, I let my heart sink, I let myself believe that I’m more alone than I used to be.   I wait for signs, but I only look for them in the same places, over and over.   The other day, I left lunch earlier than I usually do.   I wasn’t feeling great about where I was or what I was feeling in the moment, so I packed up and walked an unusual route, slowly to class, hoping for exactly one thing to happen.   That ex...

There will be very few occasions in life so perfectly timed that there will be no waiting involved.   Catching a train, a play beginning, finding a soul mate — these are all events which often require some patience.   “Patience is a virtue.” Cliché as it may be, the above phrase has occupied a rather large piece of my consciousness for the past few months.   An enormous compliment came from my course advisor one morning last semester when I mentioned my preoccupation with patience, and she told me that it didn’t seem like I much needed the reminder.   But I have needed the reminder, recently more than usual.   Studying abroad, being physically so far away from so much of what I love, was a trial.   It bred a nasty sort of insecurity inside my mind, one that was unreasonable, nonsensical, unkind.   I’d find myself chanting silently that patience is a virtue, patience, virtue, patience, virtue.   Be patient with others, and if that...