hello… it’s me. i was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet.
sorry. couldn’t help myself.
just like Adele, i feel as though i should use this
song blog post to explain my absence of 7 months. very much unlike Adele, i did not spend my time away counting my millions, mastering the art of the cat eye, and birthing a baby. i know, i know, disappointing on so many fronts. but honestly, i don’t really know how to explain why i fell off the face of the blogosphere. my last post in May (!) was all about the grind. at the time, we were living in a hotel due to a kitchen flood that left us homeless and stressed to the max smack dab in the middle of finals during the first freaking year of medical school. i still can’t believe that happened. but alas, we made it. B finished the year like a champ and we eventually resettled back into our flood-free condo. and ever since then? still grinding… aside: are you are watching that new show on FOX, The Grinder? hiiiiilarious. quick premise- derpy (but adorable) Fred Savage is a lawyer and his brother, Rob Lowe, is a dreamy actor who stars in a television show (called The Grinder) in which he plays a lawyer. the show gets cancelled and narcissistic Lowe feels qualified to work in actual law due to his success as The Grinder. he joins his brothers law firm, hilarity ensues. anyway, the show gives this whole idea of “grinding” the levity it desperately needs. because we all think our own daily grind is so righteous and important, amiright? trust me, just watch it. also- i got a beef with Rob Lowe. i coined it first, this whole grinding thing. i’m like the OG Grinder. and now i’ve said the word grind one too many times. moving on. but can’t i get a writing credit or something? med school ain’t cheap.
anyways, before that loooong aside, where was i? ah yes, still grinding. we went straight into summer in which B did research and i pounded the scorching hot Houston pavement doing my salesgirl thing. i had a pretty successful year for the first year in this territory and that translated into so. much. hustle. then the second year of med school kicked off in August and it felt so very different than the first. not bad different, just different. we were definitely more equipped to handle it this time around, but there were adjustments all the same. i’m starting to think that every year of the medical journey is probably going to feel quite different from the last one just to keep us on our toes. that’s more or less an update since May, but no one wants to read about busy busy blah-blah-blah so here are a couple of fun things- we celebrated our 10th anniversary over the summer and spent a wonderful week in Turks and Caicos. i might write a separate blog post about it at some point but it mostly consisted of turquoise water, fruity drinks, French people, and techno dance music. that whole vacation started out kind of bizarre but by the end of the week we had fully immersed ourselves in bizarre and had the best time ever. we also got to spend a white Christmas in West Texas with our family. that is exactly what my heart needed to close out the year.
as of now, i find myself doing what we all do this time of year. i’m rifling through the events of 2015 and trying to decide how i feel about them. what kind of year was it? even now in retrospect, it was kind of a blur…hence the not-so-mysterious disappearance of the happy redhead. it wasn’t a bad year (though it had it’s moments), it was just a wild year. but we survived. we always do. honestly, i shouldn’t have expected any different. i mean, when one party is in medical school and the other one is starting a new job, you kind of just get through it, right? but now we get a chance at a bright, shiny, brand new year. it might turn out a little crazy too, but i guaran-damn-tee ya it’s gonna be good. i decided against writing resolutions for the new year as they always prove pretty meaningless by February and instead decided on a mantra. though i like to pretend i’m a writer, i stole this one straight outta the mouth of one of my favorite rock-and-roll writers, Brian Fallon, of The Gaslight Anthem. in 2016…
“i don’t wanna survive, i want a wonderful life.”
you should definitely listen here↓
boom. B-Fal (i don’t think he would mind that nickname, do you?) drops the mic. mere survival isn’t enough.
as far as blogging is concerned, that’s yet to be determined. for a while there, when i couldn’t find my way back to it, i considered shutting the whole thing down. i worried that maybe i had exposed too much or that maybe it was just a season in my life. but that’s the thing about seasons, right? they come back around with each new year. there’s also still some nagging part of me that needs to do this. it’s a sort of therapy for me. i also worried how you would ever cope without my many music and television references. ;) if you are one of my dear, sweet, loyal readers, you know that i am a fickle being. i hope you love me regardless. i hope you will come back to visit even if i can only manage to post a mundane life update every once in a while. but i promise you this…i want so much more than mundane this year. i’m striving for wonderful.
i wish the same for you. happy 2016.