as they say, onwards and upwards!

Today is December 31, 2012.  The last day of 2012.  What was supposed to be the last picture of 2012.  I totally only did half my resolution.  Perhaps this is evidence that my resolve is not very strong.  Either that or having a year’s worth of not-great photos stored up on the internet wasn’t motivation enough for me to stop doing my thang and take a picture of it every day.  I’m okay with it.  I embrace it.

Culturally, I think the year was pretty insane.  That’s the only word to really truly describe the election and everything leading up to it, but I guess that’s how presidential elections are.  This was my favorite part (besides the actual aftermath, in which “political nerds, statisticians, and number-crunchers everywhere,” along with Nate Silver, emerged as the real winners).  The Olympics were insanely awesome, minus the spoilers, and we landed a rover on Mars (which is so incredibly awesome and yet somehow seems to be forgotten about a lot!).  The weather was totally insane.  Parts of this year were tragic and shocking and totally heartbreaking.  And everything was topped off with a giant dollop of mayan-apocalypse-frenzy.  I’m telling you — insane.

On the more personal side of things, my year was awesome.  I do normal things like try to remember my best 2012 moments, but I also do weird things like try to remember my worst 2012 moments.  And holy crap, reflecting on my worst 2012 moments makes me realize that my year was pretty freaking great despite them.  Despite loss, despite stress, despite accidentally blowing off virtually all of my commitments during that one week in August…I’m really happy with the year.  I joined a small group at church that consists of amazing, impressive, funny, strong, honest women – awesome.  I met this really great guy and we started dating – awesome.  I passed my oral qualifier and wrote a pretty substantial paper, thus making real and tangible progress towards a PhD – awesome.  And I kinda started to embrace my traits that make me a little bit crazy and flawed.  I’m a little more okay with not saying the exact right thing at every single moment in every single situation.  I’m a little more okay with being great at some things and kinda sucking at others.  This is new.  This is something I like.  This is a road I want to keep going down.

In 2012, things got started.  They’re going, they’re happening…and they’re not finished.  That’s okay.  I kinda like the journey (and I kind of hate that I just called it “the journey,” because it’s so cheesy, but we’re just going to have to deal).  And I hope this lasts a little longer, because right now it feels like I can choose what I want to be and who I want to be.  I can be a professional nerd (aka super sweet statistician magician) if I want to, because that’s what I do now for a living and I love it.  But it’s possible that I could start a little urban, environmentally-friendly-social-justice-oriented bakery.  And it’s possible that I could be a teacher, or a professor, and kids could say to each other on the DL, “oooh, yeah, she’s really good – take her class.”  (Kids at my college said that about one of my professors, and they were absolutely right:  she rocked).  And that’s just in the whole career realm…there’s the whole other question of what kind of person I want to be.  I’m really enjoying the process of figuring that out.  Anyway, I’m rambling a little, because it’s pretty late, but yeah- 2012 was (in the immortal words of T Swift) “miserable and magical.”

Oh yeah.   I should tell you:  this will be my last post on this blog!  It’s been two great years, but I haven’t been keeping up with it much, and I’m also trying to maintain more of a “professional” online presence.  As such, I have a relatively new nerd blog, so if you just can’t get enough of my writing, check that one out.  Also, most of my dear readers know me personally, so…we can be pen pals.  Either snail mail pen pals (yes, I totally do that) or e-mail-pen-pals…or we could be regular pals, if you’re in my city, and if you’re into that kind of thing.  (I totally am).

Bring it on, 2013.  Onwards and upwards.


twenty four

I turned 24 a couple of days ago.  Since I wrote a post called “twenty three” last year, I thought I would do the same this year.  For consistency.  Apologies in advance for writing a pretty self-centric post.

Since technically this is still my 2012 photo blog, I need a picture for this entry.  I choose this one.  



This was the year that I got flowers. 

This was the year I got a little bit of chutzpah.  This was the year I fleshed out some opinions.  This was the year I worried a little tiny bit less about what everyone else thinks about me, though that of course is still a work in progress.  This was the year that I decided to ask straightforward questions when I got confused.  This was the year I was both humbled and emboldened (a very interesting combination) in school.  This was the year of feeling overwhelmingly blessed by the people in my life: friends and family and mentors and everyone who falls somewhere in between.  

If this is what happens when you go from 23 to 24, I can’t wait to see what’s next.  Bring it on, 25.  Show me what you’re made of.  The bar has been set high.  I mean, did you see the flowers?



guys, 2012 is halfway gone!  more than that, actually.  this milestone merits a a more involved post containing some reflections and some pictures.  coming soon.  possibly including photos taken with my unexpected camera gift from last week.  all I’m saying is…prepare yourselves.

172. in every season.

We sang this on Sunday and I was really moved by it.  I hear this song on the radio all the time, and it’s truthfully not one of my favorites, but all of a sudden it’s really resonating.

I guess sadness and joy are coming in pretty equal amounts these days.  They’re from totally unrelated events, they’re happening back home and they’re happening here, people are getting married and moving away and finishing their stories.  I can’t even DECIDE if I’m in a season of waiting or of harvest.  I kind of just keep playing this video over and over.

Thanks for reading a more reflective post :)


170. I’m in love… (II)

Last time I wrote a post called I’m in love, it was about being in love with a sandwich.

I am still in love with that sandwich, don’t get me wrong.  But I’ve found something even better.  Something I can’t get enough of and that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.  So tasty, so exotic.  I need to share this with the world.

I love tacos.

Authentic Mexican tacos.  Tacos Mexicanos.  Two corn tortillas apiece.  Topped with meat, onions, cilantro, and maybe some lime juice.  That’s it.   My Mexican friends tell me that it’s not a taco if it’s not overflowing with stuff, so it should be overflowing.

Man, I love tacos.