Braving the Outside | From a Distance
Dear Friend,
You won't believe this but this morning I went out to buy groceries, and actually got them! I was so smug on the way home – guilty, almost, like I've done something scandalous.
It's been weeks since I've successfully done this, given the shortages. Can you believe we used to take full shelves for granted?
This morning, my alarm went off at 6:30 (then again at 6:40, then again at 6:50...) I'd planned for a run. That's right. Today, I braved the outside.
Cooking, and Other Things I'm Not Particularly Good At | From a Distance
I am pro-embracing-things-you're-not-good-at-doing. Back in high school, I had an extreme all-or-nothing mentality – it was either do things perfectly, or not at all. Now I, a small handful of years wiser, fully revel in the art of doing things poorly. (As long as the list excludes my actual job & responsibilities.) So what are they?
From A Distance | Part 1
It's 5:56 PM. Hi there. It's been a few months.
I'd give a list of excuses for why I haven't been blogging, but none of them are good enough.
So welcome back.
I wanted to create a series documenting – I guess – life in the social distance. Think of these as paper airplanes flown out my window, hoping to reach yours. For connection. Companionship. A little human-ness in this very strange time. My hope is to make you feel a little less lonely. If you are. Whoever you are.
my favourite quotes from Love, Actually
“There was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?”
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"Who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?"
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“Has she noticed you yet?”
“No. You know the thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end.”
in the face of doubt, tireless faith
"I've never seen, exactly,
who it is that you paperclip your knees,
meld your hands together and pray to.
But I think I know what he looks like."
–Your God, by Rudy Francisco
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I write this under the risk of not sounding like myself. Of forwarding honest thoughts that may seem controversial to some of my readers. I don't write about my personal faith. If at all. I try not to, anyway.
It's like having a private, sacred corner that you want to keep guarded from public commentary. However, there hasn't actually been much need to defend it. At least not in the social circles I grew up in.
I was born into a Christian family, and I went to a Christian school. My faith was a personal decision, but also a constant shared experience. I've spent a large portion of my life attending churches and remaining in clusters of "fellow believers". Warm. Uplifting. Familiar. It was everything I knew.
friendly reminders
Where you are is where everyone is.
You're not sure about your career, or you're struggling with your studies, or it's been a series of bad days. If you think you're alone in feeling this way, you most likely are not. Stress, anxiety, fear, loneliness, or whatever it is, can feel crippling. But each time I voice it out, thinking that I'm weird or alone for feeling this way, the only thing that ever happens? It resonates. Invites a chorus of "I feel the same way." So take this as a sign for comfort. That everyone, at some point, has felt what you're feeling. Many – in fact, the people around you – still do. Yet here we are. Here we all are.
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