Not Enough Energy for Transitions
I asked a fellow dental student of mine what he was doing this weekend. “Going to get a cavity filled.”
Mykala and I are busy, busy. She’s gone all weekend for a dance competition and I have a straight set of finals starting Monday. It’s times like these, when you think you haven’t the time, when you absolutely must take a moment to make your significant other feel special in any way you can. It’ll save your relationship, so you can weather the times you both forget to nurture.
Visited home today; it felt great. I haven’t been able to help with the wedding as much as I would like to, but I can relay all the things Mykala has accomplished in the planning. In many ways, there’d be no wedding without her.
Thinking about what it will be like to have a house and a dog. I’d like a spot where I can play outside with my family. It’s nice to have that vision toward which to look ahead.
Thinking a lot about that DFW piece I linked the other day. For example:
Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket’s checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have harder, more tedious and painful lives than I do.
Again, please don’t think that I’m giving you moral advice, or that I’m saying you are supposed to think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it. Because it’s hard. It takes will and effort, and if you are like me, some days you won’t be able to do it, or you just flat out won’t want to.
But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she’s not usually like this. Maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness.
That’s not just food for thought — it’s like organic free-range health food for thought.
Listening to some great music. I’ll outline that after I get through these finals. I’m 6 days from becoming a D2. 10 days from next semester. It’ll be a full 4 day weekend.