Thank you so so so much for the encouragement! I ended up leaving these up in a separate window and looking at it whenever I was hitting a wall. I also had to get two pep talks by text, and I made my computer background the quote about being a badass bitch from hell. So, with my sweatshirt and jewelry, I ended up with 7 talimans. Just the right number to help me power through my last class assignment of graduate school!
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Are you pretty familiar with the symbol of the pendant? its a Polynesian Koru I deal with every day, if you want a little history on it.
I am! I bought it from a Maori guy in New Zealand when I was 13, and he told me about the fern it’s based off of. I thought he also said that the silverleaf fern is the first thing that grows back after a fire, but I haven’t found corroboration on the internet, so I may have made that up… If you want to add to what I know, please do! I’d love to have a more complete story if I’m missing something!
I put a temporary tattoo (left) on the inside of my forearm this weekend to try out what I think of having a real tattoo there. The real one I would get would be based off of the pendant in the picture on the right. I really like the idea of this tattoo, but I’m a little scared about other people’s reactions.
I posted the picture of my arm on facebook, pretending it was a real tattoo to freak my mother out and get an idea of what her reaction would be. It definitely worked. She told me today that she felt sick thinking that I had gotten a tattoo on my forearm, “where it would be visible all the time.” I don’t want to upset my mother, but I’m also not sure I want to forgo getting a tattoo that I want only to make my mom feel better. I’m 28, and it’s my body, and I really don’t think it would hurt my career chances. But I don’t know. I could also get it on my ribs, where it would only be visible when I’m topless, and Mom would never have to know.
What do you think? Do any of you have tattoos that others have judged harshly? How did you make the decision?
I’m running on maybe an hour of crappy sleep, having spent most of the night working on my thesis. I’m crazy punch-drunk right now, spewing some bullshit about sex education curricula and queer kids and hoping it’s good enough that I’ll pass the class. And that if it’s bad, my very understanding professor will give me a chance to fix it before failing me.
I’m wearing my Brooklyn sweatshirt, my grandfather’s wedding ring, and my anchor necklace. How many talismans/comfort objects is too many?
Also, when this is done, I will be finished with all of my master’s degree coursework. Has it really been 2 years?
How are you doing today?
I was feeling pretty good about myself because I went to a coffee shop around noon today and started working on my thesis. I ran into some friends, and worked with them for hours until we collectively decided it was time for a beer. After our beer I went home and vegged out for a while before deciding I should go back out at 7:45, go to a different coffee shop and work more. But then I stole someone’s tea, thinking it was mine, and my feeling good about myself evaporated.
My self-esteem is very fragile today.
I have lots I need to say, but I don’t have the energy to really get into it right now. I’m thinking about all my people who are sick or injured right now, and my heart is heavy for them. School is almost over, which is inducing a new kind of panic. I’m very, very hopeful about the future, but I’m having a little trouble getting there today and most days in the past month.
But I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for a little while, and it’s really great. Hope you all are doing well tonight!
I’m writing about the teen pregnancy ads in New York for work, and it’s like peeling an onion. I keep finding new things to write about, and every new point makes me want to cry a little more… I think it’s going to be good to write about it. I’m trying to get past my knee-jerk reaction against the campaign to really think about what it means and what are some other ways to talk about this issue. But I don’t think I’m going to come out for the PSAs!
People are oblivious in most situations. This condition is not improved by dragging luggage behind you.
I feel bad for everyone flying back into below-freezing Minnesota in shorts and sandals.
I saw Louie Anderson at baggage claim. His assistant or friend or something was fixing clothes on a hanger and Louie thanked him. Other guy replied “well, your pants fell down, so…” I didn’t hear any more.
It really is fun to watch people be reunited.
Airports are best enjoyed with headphones.
Happy Friday!
The bag my pastry came in. Don’t mind if I do!
