And I want to be loved in the purest of forms. I want to be loved for me and all of me and not just with the thought of who I could be. I want to be loved not for my looks or charm, but because he loves the way I make his coffee each day and the way I run my fingers through his hair every morning. For the way I look right when I get out of the bath and for the way I bite my lip when I can’t decide what cereal I want. For the way I cry at the parts of movies that others don’t usually cry in and for the way I get batter all over my face when licking the spoon after baking a cake. For the way I endorse “No Pants Sundays” and for the way I hold his hand when we’re in the car. For the way I clumsily trip over who-knows-what-now, and for the way I try to make him smile while dancing to Luke. For surprising him with his favorite meal and for covering him up with a blanket when he falls asleep first. For the look I give him when I think he’s gone too far. For the notes I leave for him to find and for the beer on the counter for when he gets home. For the way I look in that little black dress and for the way I look after I spent all day in my pajamas. For my sass and for my passion. For my worst and for my best. For me and all of me.
During my avoidance of all things NBCOT and studying-related, I came across this gem of an article. The “35 Things You Absolutely MUST Agree Upon Before Getting Married.” Of course I am nowhere near the point of holy matrimony, but I still thought it would be fun to share this article and my answers with those who might find the article as amusing as I did.
1. Does the toilet paper go over or under the roll?
Whichever … as long as you replace it if you’re the last to use it ;)
2. Cats? Dogs? Both?
DOGS. No cats…none.
3. Can you eat breakfast for dinner?
Absolutely!! It’s one of my favorite things to do
4. Cold pizza: yes or no?
5. Is it acceptable to open presents as they arrive or do you have to wait for the actual birthday or holiday?
Patience is a virtue
6. Should the dirty forks and knives go in the dishwasher with the handle sticking out of the utensil tray or down in the utensil tray?
Knives should face down. And the rest? Who cares
7. Is it acceptable to leave dishes in the sink to “soak” overnight, or do they need to be cleaned before bed?
Let em soak
8. Toothpaste: cap on or cap off?
On … why would you leave it off?
9. Again on the toothpaste: roll it from the bottom or just squeeze really hard?
10. Are towels a one-time use item or do you use the same towel until laundry day?
If you dry your clean body with a towel why not use it more than once?
11. How about washcloths?
12. Road trip or flying?
No preference … there is fun in both!
13. What’s the right thread count for sheets?
Whichever is most comfortable
14. What brand of toilet paper?
15. Mayo or Miracle Whip?
Neither! UGH I hate both - empty calories.
16. Pepsi or Coke?
Pepsi…but I’ll drink Coke.
17. Can you eat the holiday candy out in the display bowl or must it be left there for display?
18. What is YOUR definition of camping?
HA. Well, I’ve been camping once. In a 2 bedroom tent. On an air mattress. With access to an air conditioned toilet and shower. Soo…
But I would be up to trying it differently.
19. Turn the thermostat down when you go out or leave it alone?
Would be ideal to turn it down
20. At what point is a garbage bag too full to stuff more trash in it?
When you know you won’t be able to tie it
21. How many times is it acceptable to hit the snooze button?
I’d say 3 or 4
22. Thrift store shopping: great deals or gross?
23. How far in advance is it OK to plan a vacation?
A few months
24. Restaurant reservations: necessary or too restrictive?
Too restrictive - unless it is somewhere special
25. Roller coasters: love ‘em or hate ‘em?
Love ‘em AND hate ‘em. Terrible vestibular system=motion sickness
26. More chocolate chips, less cookie or more cookie, less chips?
More chocolate chips
27. How much orange juice must be left in the container for it to be returned to the fridge?
Does it matter?
28. Chip clips or just roll the bag up?
29. Call the doctor or just take some medicine at home?
30. Where is the prime location for the TV remote to stay?
Coffee table or near the TV
31. Is it OK to have a TV in the bedroom?
32. Should folded clothes be put away, or is it OK to just pull as needed from the basket of clean laundry?
Put them away, lazy
33. Do you need to write a grocery list or just wait until you’re walking around the store to figure out what you need?
34. Making the bed: must-do or waste of time because you’re just going to get back in it?
It should be done, but let’s face it - sometimes it doesn’t happen
35. Is it OK to shave/clip toenails in the living room?
Why would you want to?
"I’m in love with you," he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling.”I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks and today I’d like to express my gratitude for the many blessings in my life. When reflecting back on the year, I immediately give thanks for my faith, my family, my friends, my education, and my health. But when I dig a little deeper, I also see how many things over the past year have been blessings in disguise. I’d like to give thanks for those as well.
Living on a budget thanks to school and student loans is not exactly everyone’s version of fun. In fact, most would say it…well…sucks. But living on a budget has enriched my life more than any dollar amount could. It has made me appreciate the smaller (yes, priceless) things in life. Spending time with family instead of rummaging through the racks to find the latest sales. Taking the dog for a walk instead of Starbucks-ing it up for the 5th time this week. Reading a book instead of getting a manicure. Resting. Time well spent, indeed.
Living on a budget has also decreased the importance I put on money. Luckily, I am VERY fortunate to be entering a career with many, many opportunities. The world is truly at my feet. I have been blessed to be offered several positions…but I have been even more blessed in being able to turn them down. Without sugar-coating it and at the risk of sounding boastful, the job offers I have received have come equipped with substantial salaries … money I never dreamed possible to make. But the money isn’t everything. Opportunities to learn and grow as a person and as an occupational therapist are worth SO MUCH MORE. I would gladly take a job at half the salary if I was guaranteed learning experiences and the ability to truly make a difference in the lives of those I am treating.
Since I am living on a budget, commuting 2 hours and 45 minutes to work has been the way of life for the past 11 weeks. What at first was a daily dread, I now embrace fully. For those who know me best, I’m not one to sit still or waste time (unless I’m flat out exhausted, which is likely why I fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow every night). So to me, the thought of sitting in a car for 2 hours and 45 minutes EVERY DAY for 12 weeks sounded miserable. It sounded like wasted time. Instead, I have grown to look forward to my daily commute. It is a time to relax and clear my head before and after work. A time to sing to Jake Owen at the top of my lungs. A time to roll down the windows and catch some fresh air. Most importantly, it’s been a special time to call the people that mean the most to me. I’ve probably logged as many minutes on my cell phone as I have miles on my car. Had my commute been any shorter, I probably would have gotten home and jumped into the next task on my to do list. Instead, I have gotten to share work stories and wedding plan with Megan. I’ve gotten to chat with Keri about the next chapters in our lives and where we will both end up next. I’ve been able to catch up with James and many other people whose phone calls and conversations I have neglected for far too long. Not such a waste of time, afterall.
Ouch. This is a tough one. One that I am continually having to convince myself is a blessing in disguise each and every day. My heart has been broken by those taken away too soon and by those who have chosen to walk away. By disappointments and regrets. By a sweet little shih tzu named Petey and by a boy who could care less if I am alive or dead. Heatbreak, whatever the source, is not easy. It is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. But without heartbreak, there is no compassion. How can you appreciate the hurt in others if you’ve never been hurt yourself? I am a better person for it and a better OT for my patients. It has also made me appreciate the people I love and who show love to me in return more than I have ever before.
I am now entering a phase in life I have decided to name, “The Unknown.” A crossroads with paths going in a million and one directions. Overwhelming…scary…amazing. Sure, I could freak out. Instead, I am choosing to welcome it with open arms. I’ve been praying non-stop in hopes that I will feel a pull one way or another. Recently I have felt overwhelming peace about pursuing one path in particular. Whether or not it pans out - I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that someone already has it all figured out. He knows my story - He is the author. It always has (and always will) be in His hands.
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”
"Congratulations on passing your driving examination! Would you like to be listed as an organ donor?"
"No. Thanks anyway."
Sixteen is a selfish age and I admit to having fit the stereotype nearly 8 years ago. It pains me to think how selfish I was with the choice I made as a teenager standing in front of the counter at the Hernando County DMV. “It’s my body. I will leave as I came,” I thought.
But will I?
The Bible states in Ecclesiastes 12:7, “And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.” And again in Ecclesiastes 3:20, “All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.”
Our bodies are but a vessel here on Earth. It is our soul that continues on to a promised eternal life with Jesus Christ if we simply accept him into our lives.
Today I became an organ donor. I am not saying it to boast or to “toot my own horn.” I am saying it because I want to encourage you to become an organ donor as well. If you already are, kudos to you. I admire you for making the decision I should have made many years ago.
What inspired me? 1. My patients. I have recently worked with two organ recipients and they have touched my life immensely. What tremendous individuals I have had the absolute pleasure of working with. 2. Chad Walker. What happened surrounding Chad’s death is absolutely tragic - there is no denying that. Though, still, what beauty there is to be seen. SEVEN organs were donated from Chad - seven lives given a second chance. And to think his organs were donated on his birthday … the day Chad was given life, he was able to give life to others. The thought still brings tears to my eyes.
The decision should be easy. I am young, I am healthy. What other reasons do I need? What other reasons do you need?
I am reposting a letter I read when completing my cadaver course while in college. Every time that I read it, I find something within it that I appreciate even more…
"In Memory Of…
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artifical life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face, or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist. Take my bones, every muscle, fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
Become an organ donor today. Visit https://www.donatelifeflorida.org to find out how.