Can we have a quick conversation about how wonderful this song is? I like it. Will you like it too? Say yes! Like it a lot, in fact. I'll only respect you for it. Anyways, take a listen. Let whatever musical groove you have melt all over the place. Just do it.
My sister wrote the cutest letter the other day. Dear pumpkin farmer, Please do not pick me. I am afraid of my inside being scooped! My family is important to me. I have a good friend of mine. You need to keep me here. I do not like to be lit up. Please, I like the field. From, Evelyn the pumpkin If she got any cuter, I think my heart would explode. Oooookay, I'm one of those people now. I'll stop. Sorry.
I got the research and development internship at General Mills. I got it. I still can't believe it sometimes.
I've wanted this internship ever since I joined the food science program four years ago.
Anyways, I am thrilled. Thrilled about working for General Mills, about doing R&D, and about getting to live in Minneapolis again. Can't wait to see that city skyline! Not to mention the amazing running trails, great food, good music, and the overabundance of things to do and see.
Sometimes it takes my breath away. How beautiful imperfection can be.
There's something raw and real about rain. About the emotional crack in a singer's voice that comes out only in concert, and not the edited CD track. About the people that fight the entire world for one small step in the right direction. About loss, acceptance, forgiveness.
This past Saturday I went rock climbing outside for the first time.
As I clung to a cliff face absolutely and 100% stuck beyond belief, I looked down and was struck by how high I was. My fingertips were numb and I could feel my legs and arms shaking. I kept slipping and thank god for the rope, or I probably would have died.
I hate not being strong enough to pull my own weight. I hate being stuck. I hate not being good at something, at not intuitively knowing what to do next.
And then I let go, and the rope took my weight.
It is 100% cheating, and for the first two seconds I hated it.
And then I realized I'd forgotten to put my hair up before I'd started climbing. And the breeze was in my hair and the sun was kissing my face; I looked behind me and I could see the entire valley. And it took my breath away.
Sometimes life ends up being spectacular, even if it's not perfect.
P.S. I did make it to the top, and that moment, too, was pretty freaking glorious.
