The little things

When I was little Halloween was one of those days I relished in all of the moments - the cupcakes and treats the moms would bring to school, the colorful costumes, the gym dance where we learned classics like the "Time Warp" and the "Twist." Trick-or-treating for candy, even though most years I never really got more than a half a bag. Sitting at the kitchen table with parents checking candy for bad apples.

It was all the little things that made it exciting, enjoyable, and memorable. Sometimes it's easy to forget to enjoy those little things when we're so stuck on the big picture.

But you guys reading my blog, you're part of the little things that make my day go that much better. Happy Halloween.

Waiting

Sometimes when I wake up, it feels like I've been waiting for something. I don't know what. I don't like to wait; I like to make, so this feeling bugs me. Nevertheless, patience is a virtue.

Welcome

Welcome to my pillow book. I think a place to post my thoughts and every day experiences is been long overdue. Graduate school is probably one of the most frustrating experiences I have ever had to go through, and I've run out of creative outlets that can allow me to fully characterize my reflections. I'm turning towards my least favorite form of creative self-expression, writing, to help me get through the end of this journey and beyond.

Having just returned from a weekend trip to the sunnier side of the country, where I did little but relax for three days, I wonder if I still look as sallow and half-alive as I did when I left. The people on the train this morning sure did look blue. I wish I could pick them up and let them soak up some of that wonderful sun too.