Who had a good weekend?
I want to see a show of hands. I want to see them high in the air. I'd put both mine up. Like a little first grader who is about to pee their pants because they want to answer the question so badly.
I'd put both of mine up like that.
This girl had a phenomenal weekend.
Without a doubt, one of the more stressful and draining weekends that I've had since the winter of 2008 when I was studying for the O.Chem final before Christmas break. Hot damn that was awful. But I survived. Anyways, this weekend was amazing. Despite taking the MCAT, driving about 600 miles, and going through a patient audit for work, it was awesome. A BRICK WEIGHING 12904230598 POUNDS CAME OFF MY SHOULDERS. WOOOOOOO :) And I got to hang out with my family. I did yoga with my parents on Sunday morning before church. HILARIOUS. So much fun. Just think about two people in their early 50's, doing yoga better then their daughter who is more then half their age... I never said I was graceful...
And after the patient audit on Monday, when I was still in the cities, I met up with a stupendous person for mass quantities of delicious Chinese food at a restaurant I couldn't really pronounce. And walked around downtown in a skirt when it was like 35 degrees, and yet was supremely happy. Gotta love Duluth, changing weather temperatures has made this girl love anything above 20.
So what have I learned? What has this MCAT test of death taught me?
To try. Give your best. And be HAPPY with whatever kinds of future plans are in store.
It's taught me to have patience. All does not come sweeping back to memory after five attempts at a projectile motion or H-NMR Spectroscopy problem...
But most importantly, it's taught me to give it up. Quit trying to control what I want to happen, and let God be in control. Because God knows what is right, even though it may not be what I want.
That is what it has taught me.
Cheers to learning and living and growing
Check out who also had a good weekend: http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2012/03/27/poll-romney-tops-field-in-wisconsin/
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Fried
Even though the title of this post alludes to maybe something deliciously, golden brown and munch-tastic, it's not. It refers to my brain. It's fried.
The looming test of death is approaching. It's on Saturday. The MCAT is on Saturday. And my brain is totally fried. Just done. Kaput. Shut off. Running on the fumes of the last few months of studying, because try as I might, everything with work and outside of work, is hectic crazy central. Therefore, studying and thinking about the test has kind of been put on the back burner. How could that possibly happen? Shouldn't it be on the front burner, glaring red and constantly on my mind?
Nope. I gave up.
Gave up on the anxiety, that is. I couldn't handle the frequent panic-attacks that were controlling my chest and my heart. So I prayed, and asked God to take the burden. Laid my anxieties on Him, because He cares for me. And whatever happens on Saturday, whether I truly am prepared or not (I feel like I'm NOT), is what God wants. If I completely crumble and fail, well then obviously I'm not ready yet to pursue something like medicine. If I FREAK OUT, about a test, 'is it A, or wait it's B, no no, it's A, but it could be B' and can't perform under pressure, then who says I'm cut out to make life decisions on command as a doctor!!??
Well, we shall see. I can't believe it's already time. I feel like I just started studying... oh boy...
But I almost want to say, BRING IT
Here is an article about a dude who is trying to conquer the world, I mean, country: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/21/politics/il-analysis/index.html
BAH, it's almost Saturday...
The looming test of death is approaching. It's on Saturday. The MCAT is on Saturday. And my brain is totally fried. Just done. Kaput. Shut off. Running on the fumes of the last few months of studying, because try as I might, everything with work and outside of work, is hectic crazy central. Therefore, studying and thinking about the test has kind of been put on the back burner. How could that possibly happen? Shouldn't it be on the front burner, glaring red and constantly on my mind?
Nope. I gave up.
Gave up on the anxiety, that is. I couldn't handle the frequent panic-attacks that were controlling my chest and my heart. So I prayed, and asked God to take the burden. Laid my anxieties on Him, because He cares for me. And whatever happens on Saturday, whether I truly am prepared or not (I feel like I'm NOT), is what God wants. If I completely crumble and fail, well then obviously I'm not ready yet to pursue something like medicine. If I FREAK OUT, about a test, 'is it A, or wait it's B, no no, it's A, but it could be B' and can't perform under pressure, then who says I'm cut out to make life decisions on command as a doctor!!??
Well, we shall see. I can't believe it's already time. I feel like I just started studying... oh boy...
But I almost want to say, BRING IT
Here is an article about a dude who is trying to conquer the world, I mean, country: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/21/politics/il-analysis/index.html
BAH, it's almost Saturday...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Cheese
Ricotta cheese. Oh my word, it is divine. I would eat if from the container every day for the rest of my life if it wasn't completely wrong to do so. (The 'part-skim' version still has 120934832948 grams of fat per serving)
Anyways, it is simply spectacular. And when you put it on toast with orange marmalade, you are transported to a place that is anywhere but here. I know it might sound crazy, orange marmalade and ricotta cheese on toast? I'm sure some people are thinking, "BLEH! That sounds horrible!" because orange marmalade scares people in the first place, let alone topping it with ricotta cheese. But think about it... Orange Creamsicle... find one person who hates those and get back to me...
And you can eat it for breakfast! It totally takes like an amazing orange creamsicle, and instead of being sad that you are scarfing down ice-cream (which you probably shouldn't do for breakfast), you can pretend it's good for you by putting it on whole-grain toast. Especially when the whole-grain toast has lots of healthy things in it. The warmth of the bread makes the marmalade oozy and the ricotta cheese gets slightly warm. The contrast of the crunchy bread, with the sweet tang of the marmalade and the cool, refreshing mouth feel of the ricotta. Oh my word, I want some right now...
Just try it. I'm like 98% sure you will totally enjoy it. And I'm only 98% sure instead of 100% sure because I can't watch all of you eat it. If I could, I would carry around a tray and pass them off to people around me in the office. I might get ridiculously weird looks, but everyone would thank me later for the deliciousness that is in their belly...
It makes me happy. And it tastes really good. Enough said
Here is an article about a dude who is also happy: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/13/politics/primaries/index.html?hpt=hp_t1
Buy some ricotta, get some marmalade, put it on toast. Be happy
Anyways, it is simply spectacular. And when you put it on toast with orange marmalade, you are transported to a place that is anywhere but here. I know it might sound crazy, orange marmalade and ricotta cheese on toast? I'm sure some people are thinking, "BLEH! That sounds horrible!" because orange marmalade scares people in the first place, let alone topping it with ricotta cheese. But think about it... Orange Creamsicle... find one person who hates those and get back to me...
And you can eat it for breakfast! It totally takes like an amazing orange creamsicle, and instead of being sad that you are scarfing down ice-cream (which you probably shouldn't do for breakfast), you can pretend it's good for you by putting it on whole-grain toast. Especially when the whole-grain toast has lots of healthy things in it. The warmth of the bread makes the marmalade oozy and the ricotta cheese gets slightly warm. The contrast of the crunchy bread, with the sweet tang of the marmalade and the cool, refreshing mouth feel of the ricotta. Oh my word, I want some right now...
Just try it. I'm like 98% sure you will totally enjoy it. And I'm only 98% sure instead of 100% sure because I can't watch all of you eat it. If I could, I would carry around a tray and pass them off to people around me in the office. I might get ridiculously weird looks, but everyone would thank me later for the deliciousness that is in their belly...
It makes me happy. And it tastes really good. Enough said
Here is an article about a dude who is also happy: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/13/politics/primaries/index.html?hpt=hp_t1
Buy some ricotta, get some marmalade, put it on toast. Be happy
Friday, March 9, 2012
Change
Although my life seems completely boring at the moment, it's changing, drastically.
How do you move forward when everything around you wants to stay stagnate? Remain stable. Follow the crowd. Hide behind the cube because it is so much easier then peeking out around the corner, and sprinting to the nearest exit, for fear of being locked within the cube forever... These feelings are continually bouncing around in my head. The desire to move forward and bust into amazing-awesome ground that I have never experienced before, and the desire to sit. To relish in the opportunity to be content, and happy with the gifts I have already been blessed with.
Soul-searching. To the max. Digging deeper to find the real reasons for everything you decide to do, day in and day out. THIS IS NOT EASY. It sounds like it would be. Loaf around and contempt life. Think. To think. How hard could that be??
It's draining. It's a time-sucker. It makes me have a constant little 'knit' between my eyebrows, and a slight hunch in my shoulders. And it's a never ending process. A wheel of thought. I've been in this exact "feeling" many times before. To stay the course and follow the "plan" or, completely fall off the band-wagon and run into the woods, buff on my head and vibrams on my feet. (my nirvana)
But despite all the factors that are fighting to keep me still, the urge to move always wins.
ALWAYS.
The butterflies go crazy in my stomach when given the chance to think about trying something that I never have before. Marking out and completing a path that seemed impossible, makes my heart go wild. It's a thrill-seeking concept. Yes, I may completely botch it and end up flat on my face (which I do repeatedly anyways) in the process, but at least I tried. I gave it all the hootzzpa that I've got.
And isn't that what Christ is asking for anyways? To just try. To live in Him. Walk the unbeaten, narrow path that few are following because it leads to eternal freedom?
Yep. That's what I'm going to do, for the rest of my life. He has blessed me beyond belief. Lavished and overflowed continual gifts even though I do not deserve them. So I will move. I will push forward into the creepily scary future, confident that if I face-plant, He will be there to pull me back up.
ALWAYS
So here is my news article: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/09/election/2012/obama-gop-campaign/index.html
I know, lame transition, but this article somewhat goes along with what I wrote above...
Happy Friday. Get out and do something awesome today
How do you move forward when everything around you wants to stay stagnate? Remain stable. Follow the crowd. Hide behind the cube because it is so much easier then peeking out around the corner, and sprinting to the nearest exit, for fear of being locked within the cube forever... These feelings are continually bouncing around in my head. The desire to move forward and bust into amazing-awesome ground that I have never experienced before, and the desire to sit. To relish in the opportunity to be content, and happy with the gifts I have already been blessed with.
Soul-searching. To the max. Digging deeper to find the real reasons for everything you decide to do, day in and day out. THIS IS NOT EASY. It sounds like it would be. Loaf around and contempt life. Think. To think. How hard could that be??
It's draining. It's a time-sucker. It makes me have a constant little 'knit' between my eyebrows, and a slight hunch in my shoulders. And it's a never ending process. A wheel of thought. I've been in this exact "feeling" many times before. To stay the course and follow the "plan" or, completely fall off the band-wagon and run into the woods, buff on my head and vibrams on my feet. (my nirvana)
But despite all the factors that are fighting to keep me still, the urge to move always wins.
ALWAYS.
The butterflies go crazy in my stomach when given the chance to think about trying something that I never have before. Marking out and completing a path that seemed impossible, makes my heart go wild. It's a thrill-seeking concept. Yes, I may completely botch it and end up flat on my face (which I do repeatedly anyways) in the process, but at least I tried. I gave it all the hootzzpa that I've got.
And isn't that what Christ is asking for anyways? To just try. To live in Him. Walk the unbeaten, narrow path that few are following because it leads to eternal freedom?
Yep. That's what I'm going to do, for the rest of my life. He has blessed me beyond belief. Lavished and overflowed continual gifts even though I do not deserve them. So I will move. I will push forward into the creepily scary future, confident that if I face-plant, He will be there to pull me back up.
ALWAYS
So here is my news article: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/09/election/2012/obama-gop-campaign/index.html
I know, lame transition, but this article somewhat goes along with what I wrote above...
Happy Friday. Get out and do something awesome today
Friday, March 2, 2012
Defense
I've been playing a lot of defense this week.
It was one of those weeks where you have to trust in Jesus that everything is going to be ok, because if you don't, you're sunk.
I feel like a Whack-a-Mole game.
Each day, you never know if a person out there has a cushy, rubber hammer that they are going to slam into you and shriek with glee and excitement. Duck and cover is one option. But then you miss the play-by-play happenings of life. So I kept my head UP this week, and therefore got whacked a few times. There is only so much defense to be played when you are getting smacked repeatedly with a large rubber hammer...
But what I have learned through this RIDICULOUS week is: Stay the Course. Keep plugging along. Trust that Christ will get you through. Yet it is easy to fall into the misnomer that you can fix your own problems. But yet again, WHACK. 2x4 to the head. I cannot fix my own problems. It is out of my hands. Trust, and keep trusting that Christ has an awesome plan for something good to come out of the repeated whackings. Because He wouldn't send a good whack without a plan to back it up. :)
Here is my article of the week. This dude is playing defense too, but in a slightly different way: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/02/politics/romney-gaffes/index.html?hpt=hp_c1
Don't let the rubber hammer smacks get you down.
Cheers to Friday
It was one of those weeks where you have to trust in Jesus that everything is going to be ok, because if you don't, you're sunk.
I feel like a Whack-a-Mole game.
Each day, you never know if a person out there has a cushy, rubber hammer that they are going to slam into you and shriek with glee and excitement. Duck and cover is one option. But then you miss the play-by-play happenings of life. So I kept my head UP this week, and therefore got whacked a few times. There is only so much defense to be played when you are getting smacked repeatedly with a large rubber hammer...
But what I have learned through this RIDICULOUS week is: Stay the Course. Keep plugging along. Trust that Christ will get you through. Yet it is easy to fall into the misnomer that you can fix your own problems. But yet again, WHACK. 2x4 to the head. I cannot fix my own problems. It is out of my hands. Trust, and keep trusting that Christ has an awesome plan for something good to come out of the repeated whackings. Because He wouldn't send a good whack without a plan to back it up. :)
Here is my article of the week. This dude is playing defense too, but in a slightly different way: http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/02/politics/romney-gaffes/index.html?hpt=hp_c1
Don't let the rubber hammer smacks get you down.
Cheers to Friday
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