Saturday, July 30, 2011

Wow. What an incredible week in Prescott, Arizona. Teaching, laughing, music, and new friends. It doesn't get any better than that.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

I don't think there is only "one right path" in each of our lives.

My whole life, I have been thinking that I am "doing the right thing" by choosing music, or choosing the right school, or choosing a certain person to date. And so many other choices.  But I have come to realize that there is no "right path." There are only options and consequences. Life is not a treasure hunt, it's a road trip. It's not the end result we should seek, it's the journey. It's like the branches of a tree. If you follow the trunk up to a certain branch, yes, that branch may be stronger or have more leaves than the other branches... but that doesn't mean it's a "better" branch.  That doesn't mean that it's the "right" branch.  It's just a branch, and it brings its own unique attributes.

Maybe I have always thought that the right choice was the one which made me the happiest, or was the best for my career (which eventually will bring happiness), or was the best for my future. But there are so many different ways to be happy, so many different ways in which my future can benefit. How can I say that ASU was the best grad school for me, when I have no idea what would have happened had I chosen a different school? It was a choice that I made, to follow a certain path, and it brought me to where I am today: not "better" or "worse" than I would have been anywhere else, but different nonetheless. Changed in my own unique way.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I went to my grandparent's house to visit today, and the very first thing that my grandpa says to me, even before, "hi, how are you?" is about a young Marlins player who hit two home runs.  He follows up this information with, "you should make out with him!"

Also, my mom is playing angry birds.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Goodbyes make me sad.

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Hat tournament today. My team made it to finals and lost, a ranking of 2nd out of 10 teams. It was a good time! It really is amazing how many Orlando ultimate people I can know by name (or... I know their face and they know my name. it's a lot of new people. give me a break.) after being here only about a month and a half.

Ultimate is cool. I really enjoy it. It's a great workout, is relatively safe, fosters a sense of community (within your team or withing the "ultimate communities" of cities), is able to be played with men and women on the same team, and is just really, really fun. I am thankful for what ultimate has done for me these past two and a half years. I feel healthy; I am healthy. I'll always have a place to make friends, no matter where I go. And I have found a hobby that I pursue for the simple reason that I love it.

For me, it's also particularly good stress relief.  When I go to the beach, I bring all my troubles with me, but I am so content that I don't care about them anymore. The beach helps me to live in the moment.  However, ultimate takes stress relief a step further.  I actually forget all my troubles when I am chasing a disc floating through the air. They disappear. Gone.

I am probably going to live longer because of this sport.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

So I've been hiding away in Florida these past 5 weeks or so. I have done a lot of soul searching here and I think I finally know exactly what I want out of this crazy life. Of course, as in all things, plans can change.