February 2012
1 post
I am extremely fortunate. I have many blessings in my life that I sometimes take for granted. I have been so caught up lately in the less-than-ideal way things have been going for me that I forget how much I have to be thankful for.
I have a job. I have a job at a place that treats their employees like gold. I am playing the flute often, and my playing has reached a level at which I feel...
January 2012
6 posts
Marablog, you have probably forgotten, but here is friendly reminder that you used to, in fact, be a running blog. A poor excuse for one, but a running blog nonetheless. You will be happy to note that your name still rings true, as I will once again dedicate some of your precious space to, gasp, running!
You see, registration for the Chicago Marathon opens on Feb. 1st, and I have every intention...
It’s cold here in Minnesota. Frigid, in fact. Wind chills are in the double digits below zero. I’ll leave that there.
It’s another morning at my job. I talk to people all day; I listen to their problems, try to solve them, and ultimately try to make them smile even though it’s really all about a business transaction.
All these stressful interactions sometimes leave me feeling deflated at the end...
An Open Letter to the Fat Girl I Saw at Hot Yoga... →
Head Space
dearoldlove:
Nobody deserves this much space in my head. But I give it to you anyway.
"Insert Wilson Philips song title here"
“All we can do is keep breathing,” says one of my favorite song birds in one of her melancholy tunes.
If only it were that simple, Ingrid. If that’s all it were, if all I needed to do was breath in and out, perhaps even in combination with a multitude of other primitive functions, like bringing home the proverbial bacon, sleeping, and engaging in sexual activity, I would be A-Okay. I am...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
3 posts
Wednesday blues.
I hate the pessimistic preface I just set. Regardless, that is just the type of mood that I am in. It is indeed a Wednesday, a day that really has no implications attached to it aside from it’s annoying speed-bump status. Today it rained. Which might not seem unusual to many, however, here in the lovely Minneapolis, it is only the third rainy day I’ve seen since arriving in town 5 or...
“”We are watching the beginnings of the defiant self-assertion of a new...”
– Anthropologist David Graeber on the Occupy Movement
A muse has told me to write...
It’s a Tuesday. A fall Tuesday. An early October Tuesday, to be exact, which has always meant, in my Midwest eyes, that the sun is noticeably setting earlier. The time between dinner and bedtime feels increasingly constricted, but it’s not that big of a deal, really. The cooler temps equate to longer time spent in bed (at least in my book!), and besides, Halloween is around the corner,...
September 2011
1 post
Oh, hi there, Marablog...
It has been quite awhile. Here’s to bringing back a ghost of sorts…
So…what’s new, you may ask…
Well, dearest Tumblr, nearly everything. Since the last time I made a post on here, I have:
-become a Master of Music (M.M.)
-worked (again) at a bike shop
-applied to every music teaching job in NY State with little results
-worked (again) at a bike shop
-had a few...
July 2011
1 post
Things were messy, but I know in my heart of hearts, you were it. I will fucking love you until the day I die. Someday…can we start again?
May 2011
14 posts
As a summer was just beginning...
A week ago yesterday I was in a near-fatal car accident involving a deer that resulted (as I discovered yesterday) in the ultimate demise of my beloved ‘95 Chevy Monte Carlo. I am okay, other than some whiplash, some seat-belt burn, and a severely bruised right shin that has prevented running since then….hopefully soon? According to my Allstate insurance agent who inspected my vehicle,...
I just cried my eyes out whilst watching “The father of the bride.” Also fucked up my car because of a deer. And my leg, sort of. I feel old. And homesick. Yet, content, somehow.
Happy Mother's Day.
2011. Today I woke up to the sun shining brightly with my windows open to a warm spring breeze and the sound of birds. I made coffee, and an egg-white omelette complete with my new favorite organic wheat bread from Wegman’s. I created a new playlist, and rode my bike out to Taughannock Falls. I felt strong, I felt good. I sat by the water and called my Mom for the Holiday. I miss her...
Passed my flute oral examination today.
I am now officially (more or less!) a Master of Music.
April 2011
17 posts
BODY PEACE: No matter... →
body-peace:
No matter how many times you criticize your body for its permanent imperfections, its stretch marks, its cellulite, its unchangeable features, it will not change. It will not mold itself according to your words. It will not listen to you and your self hatred. It is the same before and after that…
“I believe that love is forever, but it’s not unwavering; it’s dynamic. It will...”
– swimmingundersoundwaves (via olivabotello)
I don’t know how to move on.
I’ve spent the majority of my night getting lost in music history textbooks in preparation for my M.M. comp exams while simultaneously watching a documentary on Beethoven. I love being in music. I always have….I think it’s just easy to get lost in all the bullshit that comes along with it. I really love what I do….so I am sorry if I get negative about things. I am a...
Since She Left: You deserve to be loved—... →
sincesheleft:
You deserve to be loved— unconditionally and faithfully loved. The tears you cry should be from the bouts of uncontrollable laughter or the little romantical things he does for you; you deserve only those tears. You should always be in the front seat right next to him, never tossed in the back…
A letter to a ghost.
Sometimes, I miss you so much the pain is unbearable. Earlier today the last drop of soap in my lavender Dr. Bronner’s got me. Tomorrow it could be the lack of your figure in my empty bed when I’m about to go out for a run. The next day my bowl of oatmeal in the morning while browsing Reddit. The reality of life has hit me. At last. Because no matter how much I grovel or wish that...
On moving past the hurt
I have sought a fair amount of counseling in these past couple of weeks. I have been unsure of myself, unclear and stressed about future events, as well as emotionally distraught. Talking to people and about these things has proved to be my teaspoon of sugar, while throwing myself into my career has been the medicine.
I no longer feel remorse or regret for anything that has happened since...
I’ve never been so close to giving up. I can’t seem to hold it together. I am so so close to achieving success in my life, yet in this crucial time, I’m struggling. I want to run away. I want to hide. I want to cry and scream.
But I won’t. Somehow, I’ll get through all of this.
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
21 posts
Here’s to a new trend in positive thinking and being proactive.
I feel as if I am at a proverbial crossroads in my life/career/whatever. I’ve also probably said this before, yet, this time…it’s for certain. It is time to put all my effort into my future as a teacher and musician, else I face a life of mediocrity. I am walking on a knife’s edge. I’ve felt this...
Reason #638 why I hate Ithaca College
The complete lack of practice rooms.
I just became inexplicably saddened by the fact that I’ll never regain my early 20s self. I miss that girl. I miss that body. I miss that energy. I feel washed up…at 26. Happy Valentine’s, everyone.