There’s something about a full trashcan that really wreaks havoc on the moving process. It’s as if the entire system of cleaning, packing, and moving suddenly gets constipated. The solution is so simple: take out the trash. And yet, when I’m feeling a little a lot overwhelmed with life, it’s much easier to collapse onContinue reading “The Trash Conundrum”
April 15th. It’s a big day. The post office will be jammed with last-minute tax filers; tax preparers’ hands will be cramping from signing so many papers; Walmart’s quarterly income will skyrocket from purchases of TurboTax; and the federal government will get ready to–oh wait, they already did. If you’re applying to college or graduateContinue reading “Because there are already too many to hate”
Sometimes I wish God dealt in neon signs…
I’m back from Boston – GREAT visit, but didn’t make my decision any easier. T minus 12 days. Let the countdown begin… Sat., April 4 – Create a list of things to consider before making decision. Sun., April 5 – Create lengthy pro/con lists. Keep adding points to balance them out. Running out of paper. GuinessContinue reading “And the Countdown Begins…”
Heading to Boston tomorrow to visit Emerson College (visit my sis!!!!) and start making my final decision about grad school. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about the trip, especially the sister part. But when I get back, I have to make up my mind, knowing “I could get stuck for good!” So in aContinue reading “Anthem for Doomed Indecisivists”
April 15 is just 21 days away. Next week, I’ll be visiting Emerson College in Boston, and then the big decision-making ensues. Stay tuned for further updates and pro/con lists. 🙂 Have I mentioned I’m horrible at making decisions?
Today, if my mental state were to play out on the Facebook news feed, it would look something like this: _____________________________ * FACEBOOK * Jen is getting ready to burn the firstContinue reading “Burning Bridges is Bad for the Environment”
(The alliteration in “squashed” and “squeamish” was too good to pass up.) Sometimes childhood is scarring: a burn here, a zig-zag white line from a sneaky piece of barbed wire, a smallish knot from a poorly-placed steel trapeze on a playground; I’m sure you can commiserate. Lately, I’m realizing that I have been deeply andContinue reading “Squashed and squeamish fingers”
…but just did. Now the decision-making ensues. Especially since “full tuition remission” no longer exists.
I love words. Most words. Not all words. In fact, there are some words that really stick in my teeth like corn on the cob and just don’t want to come out. Like “yet.” I’m a perfectionist. I’m okay with that. In fact, a lot of times, I really have respect for my perfectionism. (SeeContinue reading “Hello, "Yet."”