Wednesday, February 1, 2012


Yesterday I mailed out my graduate school application packets, the final step of the process. I swiped my debit card and thanked the mail attendant who offered me his good luck wishes and strode out of the post office, back to the safe cocoon of my jeep. It was such an ordinary, mundane gesture. Just sending out a couple of pieces of mail. Just sending all my hope out into the atmosphere. Some Tuesday.
And when it was over, when it was finally out of my hands, all of my worldly worries were still decidedly unresolved, very much present. But that one wasn't anymore. I've done what I could, if I don't get in, I'll at least know that I gave it a shot. The first real shot I've taken in getting out of this seemingly never-ending rut in such a long while.
And then I made the infinitely wise decision to celebrate this small feat with five dollar pitchers of Fat Tire with my friend Erin... on an empty stomach. Not that the five dollar pitchers weren't reason enough, you know?
I make really bad choices sometimes.
But today is a new day and a new month and a new year of life for my darling boyfriend, who just so happened to be born on this very day, 26 years ago. So, I'm still celebrating. Just not with multiple pitchers of beer. (probably)

In honor of the birth of the man who holds my heart, here is a video of my shoddy attempt at anything 'happy birthday' via harmonica:


  1. oh my gosh how cute are you haha! i love it!

  2. Congrats on getting the grad apps out! That's a big step.