Ship at Harbor
On our last morning in Hawaii, I caught the glimmer of pink during sunrise, rare during the cloudy/rainy winter season. I sprinted the 200 yards out to the ocean in time to catch the sunrise you see here. I’ll post a vertical shot I got of the sunrise later.
Colbert Report’s hilarious take on the AT&T merger - The accompanying diagram is great.
Unbelievably icy streets - I don’t usually do YouTube video links … but holy cow this home movie of cars repeatedly slamming into one another is unbelievable.
One of the biggest obstacles preventing me from writing very much in the past couple of months has been worrying about dental school: specifically, whether or not I have gotten in. I’ve been hesitant to write anything at all about it until I knew one way or the other; it’s awfully difficult to think about, much less write coherent thoughts concerning my hopes, dreams, and fears. Come to think of it, avoiding the cathartic effect of writing may have been a mistake. There are many stories to tell that have happened along the way … but they will fit best when there is some sort of conclusion. Then again, I don’t know if I really want to look back at the journal of my life and read about all this worrying I’ve done. Either way, the silence has been getting to be too much, so I think I’ll pick up on the writing thing again.
As for dental admission, if things go one way, I have the financial aid, an apartment, and so much more to plan for and look forward to. If things go another way, I have looming job interviews and essentially a blank slate. Blank slates the size of careers scare me. And so it’s gone in my head since the end of November: Will I Get In, What Will Happen, Oh Worry And Woe Is Me. If sharing a problem cuts it in half, sharing that kind of self-pity makes the sharees want to cut the sharer in half. Or something. I can tell it’s been a while since I wrote things down.
To make an analogy out of the situation does not require much thought: I feel as if I am a coiled spring, full of tension and potential, but never given the chance to unwind and turn that potential into kinetic, active, meaningful movement. Plus, after all this tension, I don’t feel like the tense coiled spring of a cat ready to pounce, but more like the worn out garage door opening spring that, when activated, only manages to haul the door up halfway.
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