A Very Unordinary Adventure

1647, 4/7/2018 as I'm taking a break from studying for Microbiology Exam 4 a blog musing evolved in my mind. Muahahaha my mind is a big petri dish of mush. Survey question dear readers, How many of you hang onto negative comments for dear life? Analyzing and overthinking every careless whisper to intersect your ears. I know I do. Reader, why are humans like this? To magnify every insult and comment and discard the positive ones as if they are useless. And why do people wish to inflict so much pain on others? Why are we so adamant on being accepted into the crowd of normalcy instead of striving to be the unique being God has created us to be? I have a theory. Being different means becoming an outcast in a sense, trust me I can relate. It means reaching out to situations possibly alone because of what you believe in/ who you truely are. And it's scary! But why would you ever even THINK of following the normal route dear reader? Why would you live a life simply fo

Dear reader, let's take a trip. Imagine... Picking up the phone to the words of, "Your daughter tested positive for a rare genetic disorder, your daughter has PKU". Your perfect bundle of love, a small sliver of heaven dozing in the sunlight, has an imperfection. A flaw daresay. What can be fathomed by a new mother of her second child?    So many things. Continue with your mind wanderings... Imagine being told at age 10 you won't exceed in school; "You will be average, with a chance of a struggle in mathematics and sciences." Reader, how can a physician tell a 10 year old they will not be intelligent like the rest of their classmates; with tears streaming down their young face in the clinic because of the catastrophic thoughts occurring in that still developing cerebrum. This is the root cause of why I struggle with thinking I am not intelligent enough for anything. "Pregnancy will be quite difficult". "...only 5 grams of

0705 I'm sitting here in the bleary eyed morning with my cup of espresso and a head full of stress and mind processes at a mile a minute. Yes, I am stressed. Yes, I've already had fleeting moments of doubt. But here I sit...er...stand in front of my dining table, simply beaming from ear to ear and I wouldn't change it for the world. 15 hours of lab. 8 hours of lecture. A week. Second semester "The semester of doom" they say. And I can see it my dear reader, new ideas and concepts being thrown at you from every which way, so much so that you don't even know which way is up. From 8-5 everyday, five days a week. The stress can be entombing, that's for sure, and I definitely don't always see the, "light at the end of the tunnel". I feel that through all this pandemonium, (being only a mere 4 weeks in) my God has shown himself in so many ways I never thought possible. Let me share with you my most recent encounter (today). It

So. I know for a fact some of my fellow readers are curious about my new, human who seems to constantly by my side.(I enjoy it VERY much do not worry :) ) This is the journey so far... June 06, 2017 1054 CST Excelsior, Minnesota And so it begins. -Hastily pulling out my debit card and punching in 4 hours for my parking meter, $12 dollars gleefully sucked away to the governement as I round the corner of the docks waiting for my date to arrive.  I hadn't been on a first date in a while and it was easy to see I was nervous. - Dates hadn't always been my strong point. Easy enough to see being that I'd never been asked on a second date. I was nearing the point of giving up all hope on finding a future forever friend when I met this extraordinary man. "Caleb" -He smiled at me and introduced himself and I did the same. I had taken quite the liking to this boy because he was different from the ones I was used to being approached by. We walked along the stree

Have you ever wanted SO badly to share something with someone but been so paralyzed with fear with how the other will react? All. The. Time. Story Time! Recently, (today) I was approached with this situation, as a good friend of mine poured out their heart to me whilst in the crisp fall air. Eyes anxiously watching of how I would react to what they were telling me and if I would choose to accept it or not. (I did, do not worry dear readers). It made me look back to how many countless times I've almost gone full meltdown before approaching someone with news. Sharing secrets can be... simply put, Petrifying. You're sharing something with them that you consider so sacred, so safe-guarded. It's showing a level of trust and intimacy between yourselves. So why are we so terrified to say things? Simply put, our culture is terrified to be judged because of the fear of losing that person's support. No one wants to lose their ride or die because of a secret.

In Out In Out In... Ou-did I remember to submit my term paper? -Cue hyperventilations- Hello and welcome to the never ending pit of worry, 2,855 mental breakdowns and of course that last desperate attempt at a decent GPA, I present to you; Finals Week. These two words whisking through the crisp, manure-infused air and is known to strike paralyzing fear into the hearts of many. BUTT You don't have to submit to the many whims and terrors of the dreaded 4 more days. Make a plan. Follow through with the plan. Slay the final. Become President of the world. Just remember you have lungs for a reason, so take some time for yourself this week. Inhale and Exhale, remind yourself you are not going to die from these inked, slain trees in bundles of fearsome stacks. Own It. -HP