A sensation of being neither here nor there, but bathed in glorious light. A star in the sky; a ray of dappled sun on a leaf. A mix for days when you just want to be part of something bigger.Read More
I'd be lying if I said I never did anything for instant gratification. Who doesn't love the idea of putting in a bit of working and seeing the results straightaway? I actually have a bad habit of treating almost every situation like I'm waiting for that immediate satisfaction.
One week at the gym—where are my abs? One month at a job—why isn't every single thing making sense? It's an unhealthy way to look at goals and is something that I definitely am aware of and working on.
However, if you are a true fan of the instant grats, let me show you to a path of joy that will allow you to work for a few hours, step back, and soak in everything you've done:
Back in college, I can remember friends and I picking out what our career paths would look like and how exciting it would be to have a proper title on LinkedIn. (For some reason, "Aspiring Photographer Currently a Student" never had the right ring to it.)
In my mind, I always felt like I was racing colleges and friends to some sort of magical finish line where we'd all spit out what our job titles were and the best and coolest sounding ones would win some sort of golden, glittering prize. I can tell right now, at the prime age of twenty-six, NO ONE CARES but you.Read More
I remember this world religion class I took in college. While at first, I was just happy to be in a theological class that wasn’t the predominant practice of my school—I attended a religious college that wasn’t my family’s denomination; that’s a story for another time—there are a lot of fundamentals that I still lean back on nearly five years later.
I can still picture us sitting in a large lecture hall, about one hundred or so seats, waiting patiently for our professor to come in. (We’d learn later that his level of leisure was turned down so far to chill, it was lucky our class had time constraints at all.) When he finally did appear, he sort of swooped in: picture Gilderoy Lockhart, Kenneth Branagh-style. He held a beautiful Tibetian Singing Bowl in one hand, a ginormous stack of books in the other.Read More