- It has been seven months since my last (legit) post.
- That sentence sounds like I’m in confession.
- That title is inspired by the refrain of a childhood game. I don’t quite remember which game but here’s three things on my mind:
“So, if there’s one thing that I’m hoping 2016 will be full of, it’s that feeling that anything could be possible. I hope that everything will feel possible, whether it’s in July or October, or even if it’s the 20th of December 2016.”
“I want to be a writer who can give you the illusion that you have two hearts. My tales are tragic, rather than sad, meaning they have a catastrophic force. Some writers can give you two heartbeats—one for the beauty of the words, another for the event. I want to be a writer who can give you the illusion that you have two hearts.”
– Yvonne Vera
Photo by Kevin Tosh
Things I’ve been thinking about in the time that I was away: how social media (and blogs) can give us only snippets of a person’s reality; how getting to know people as human beings humanizes them in ways that even the best literature or the best films or the best interviews cannot; how much knowing people– actually knowing them– takes them from a flat idea to something much more concrete, more nuanced and more complicated. And, how liberating it can be to not carry the burden of being a nice person.
January was full of lots of beautiful things: a lot of art, of good food, of friendship, but it was not without its low moments. I remember speaking with a friend a few hours after the new year had begun and they confided in me that it felt like there wasn’t much to celebrate given that some rough things had been happening around them at around the same time. To this person, I love you, I love you and I really hope that January has brought you some kindness and some beauty. <3
Dear Diary (or, I guess, dear Internet),
This year I: finally graduated, moved back home, turned down my admissions to Columbia’s MS in Journalism program, wondered if I’d made a mistake on both of these, floundered as I tried to figure out what to do next, applied for a bunch of things, got rejected for a bunch of things, got a job in consulting as well as a research fellowship, ended up stranded in Kenya due to visa issues, and then I (and this was where/ when the magic truly started to happen): made my sisters and friends do things for me and for this blog.
PC: Kevin Tosh.
One of my favorite Sara Bareilles’s songs is Brave. But really, any song by Sara Bareilles is a favorite of mine. To steal my sister’s words: “Sara Bareilles is my spirit animal.” Right now, I’m obsessing over and listening to She Used to Be Mine as I write this. (Before I go on any further, I feel that it is necessary to send a shoutout to my friend J who’s been making fun of me and my relative musical illiteracy, yes, J, I do listen to and know a few songs here and there. :p )
Clockwise from top left: 1.Thanksgiving in Nairobi OR #Friendsgiving OR “the night before the morning when leftovers accidentally ended up in the trash and we almost cried because of baked Turkey” , 2.Raining Pink Blossoms, 3. Praying for #Everywhere, 4.Sister Sister (Sister).
Still in a quiet mood, so I’m going to do this with lots of photos and a short listicle instead of a free form paragraphs like the last one.
Reflecting on my own privilege after the photo exhibition this past weekend by Food for Education. Follow them on Instagram to see how you can support their work during the month of December.