Dear God,
Please bless my family and friends with good health, prosperity, and fortune on this joyous occasion. Please also give me the fortitude to survive these next couple of months. It has been a hard summer and fall, but I stay strong knowing that I have your protection.
Love,
Snehal
The perks of unemployment:
After a long 2 hours of reorganizing my closet, I sit on my bed drinking aloe juice straight from the bottle. I am one bamf in my leggings, cave woman hair, makeup-free face, and mismatched socks. What do I do with my life? Eff it, I’ll give my brain a break. Nap time.
I HATE UNEMPLOYMENT!
These past few months (a long few months, might I add) have trained me in the sense of becoming a self-disciplined, determined, and antisocial young woman who has been trained to the sound of 35-minute timers. It has been a long journey (and it is still not over), but I just progressed to the next step of my journey. God knows what’s to come next, but I just bade farewell to the 20 trees that I just killed over the past year. Endless amounts of Logical Reasoning, Reading Comprehension, and those cleverly amusing Logic Games that I sadly learned to look forward to. Earth, please forgive me? In addition to the service work that I plan to commence, I have added a new goal of somehow giving back to the environment. I would like to plant a few trees to rid myself of the tree murderer title.
Overall, the dreaded experience wasn’t too dreadful after all. I learned to get used the boringly mundane lifestyle and I honestly don’t even know what to do with myself on this gloomy first weekday of freedom. Hence, the endless TV episodes in bed and the over-analyzing of my life. Staying busy is probably the best thing that could have happened to me. What’s next you wonder? The world awaits me. What can I do? Start a chocolate making business? Become a full-time nanny? Travel the world? All of these are actual possibilities. The uncertainty is for certain. But for once, I am kind of excited.
p.s.-I found it amusing that the day I took my logic-ridden test, a man raised his hand after the proctor said he will give 5 minute warnings before each section ended, and asked “Will you tell us when we have 5 minutes remaining in the section?” A sign that the months of logic prep required by this test can turn the best of us into illogical idiots. OOh the irony.
I am being pulled in all different directions. Stretched to the limit. I just want to SHRINK.
Dream holiday? Fresh new wardrobe? If only…
I waterfalled the water bottle of my Japanese tutee not wanting to taint her water bottle with my germs. I always viewed myself as inferior. All four of the women in that family are beautiful inside and out. And I always considered myself as their former neighbor. Their play pal. Their tutor. Their mentor. But it goes beyond that. I am their sister. I ungracefully waterfalled the refreshingly cold water, only to awkwardly spill a stream of water all over myself. Perhaps it was the nervousness. Perhaps it was the feeling of inferiority. Perhaps it was the fatigue and dizziness that I had incurred upon myself while starving myself the entire day. But, what changed it all was one simple sentence. Okay, maybe two: “Don’t worry about it! We are all family here!” said the wise little girl who is years younger than me, but had replied the most mature response that I had heard all day. I shed a small tear upon hearing the love in her voice.
This morning I went on to put on a shirt that is very dear to me. Because it carries the scent. THE SCENT that I cannot get rid of. Well, I can. I can wash it. But I don’t want to. I can’t let go. So I took it off and stored it back in my closet. Because I didn’t want to ruin the scent. The scent that is so dear to me.
I just deleted my thoughts for that reason. Why can’t I be artsy and cool?
