Add Some SUNSHINE Into Your Day!

In the winter when there's less sunlight, our moods are usually the first things to go dark. Put simply, sunlight increases the production of serotonin (a chemical which helps regulate mood) in our brains. When we're used to a certain amount of sunlight (and therefore serotonin levels), it takes time to adjust to a different environment. Unfortunately, I can't physically bring more actual sunshine to your day... but I can help you make your own sunshine with these sunny ideas!

Add Some SUNSHINE Into Your Life!

1. Sunlight Scents: Uplifting and invigorating scents like citrus create a feeling of energy and light, while warm vanilla and rich amber mimic the sun's warmth. Try Zent's Sun collection for your body, and this Solar Blossom candle to uplift your spirits.

2. Solar Plexus Chakra: This Hindu system of alignment defines seven energy centers that correspond to different attributes. The Solar Plexus chakra, or Manipura, is known as the "seat of fire" in the body. When this energy center is out of balance, our bodies can feel a loss of energy. To get that sunshine back into your body, get into poses that engage your core (like bow pose or cobra) on this sunny yoga mat from Affirmats. Give yourself an extra boost with Aveda's Chakra 3 Body Mist, and a citrine crystal to inspire you.

3. Light: The most obvious way to bring more light into your life is to, well, have more light. Not only is this lamp a beautiful sunny yellow, but it is solar-powered as well!

4. Daily Sunbeams: Even though in space the sun is a fiery orange-red, in our sky it appears to be a bright white-yellow. Add those colors into your life with this beautiful bracelet and these leggings from Nike that radiate sunshine!







Happy Weekends

If I had to describe my ideal weekend, I'd probably come up with a lot of answers. There's so much I like to do and so many places I like to go to, that I wouldn't be able to squeeze them all into one weekend. But sometimes the simplest things are the best things, like going home and spending time with the people you care about the most.

I always love going home, but in the wintertime it's especially nice. We always have a fire burning in our wood stove, and there's nothing like snuggling up with my two pups, watching the flames and feeling their warmth.

Home is where the hearth is.

On Saturday, my mom and I went grocery shopping, then I got some delicious sushi for lunch. It was my favorite kind - spicy tuna. It's funny how something as simple as sushi can make a day so great... but it's just a reminder it's the little things that count.



My mom and I also went to our local Goodwill on Saturday morning. We're both big thrift store fans - she loves to look at the plates and china, and I like to look at old records and books. But this weekend I had an amazing find - hidden away on the bottom of a shelf, I found a pair of ROLLERBLADES! I immediately tried them on and took a few laps through the store. They were a bit small for my feet, but who cares, they're rollerblades! (And they were only $8!)



Saturday night I spent with Ryan. Somehow we ended up at Dave & Busters (basically Chuck E Cheese's for adults) and played games all night, like air hockey and skee ball. We had so much fun together!


I had a lot of things to be grateful for this weekend. Well, that's not entirely accurate - I have a lot of things to be grateful for always. But this weekend I was especially reminded of it :)

Fall in New Hampshire

The last few weeks of work have been pretty rough. It seems that every time I get the hang of a certain process, or complete a project, three new tasks are given to me. Almost every day I'd come home from work exhausted, with no energy to climb or go to my yoga classes. At first, I kind of beat myself up mentally about skipping out on my activities – in a way, I almost tried to bully myself into getting out of the house.

But then I realized I was putting way too much pressure on myself – pressure to improve at work, to improve my rock climbing and yoga, improve my diet, and improve my blog, all while maintaining my work relationships and outside friendships. It was too much. For the first time in a long time, it hit me that I'm human, and I have limits. I can't do everything all the time, as much as I'd like to. And by trying to improve on so many things at the same time, I was mentally exhausting myself to the point where I wasn't enjoying those activities anymore because I was expecting too much from myself.

I'm in the process of learning a very valuable lesson from this: Do what you can. Accept your limits, and never stop loving yourself for needing the time to rest.

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This past weekend, I went to my parents' house in New Hampshire with my boyfriend, Ryan. It was an escape in the truest sense of the word – we escaped from work, from city life, from stress and from complications. Our weekend wasn't particularly exciting or adventurous; it was quiet and relaxing and it was exactly what I needed.

Ryan and I got lunch at my favorite spot in Vermont, and ended up eating it by a beautiful river behind the store. The river was down a steep ravine, but we climbed down anyway to be near the water.




I love venturing off the beaten path with Ryan. When I was younger, I'd go off and explore in the woods by myself all the time, climbing on trees, jumping in puddles, and setting up "forts" for myself with fallen branches and leaves. Now that I'm a "grown-up" (at least technically), it's so meaningful to me to do the same things with Ryan as I did when I was a child. I feel incredibly at peace in the woods.



We spent the next morning doing a puzzle over fresh coffee, and pumpkin pancakes with local maple syrup. It was the most relaxing morning I'd had in months. 




It was an absolutely perfect weekend, and I'm so grateful that I got to spend it with someone I love.  

:)



Eating Healthy On the Go

There's a million reasons why it's hard to eat healthy at work - don't have time to pack a lunch, too annoying to clean up the tupperware, doesn't fit in my work bag, etc etc. It sounds ridiculous when I write it down, but I really use "not wanting to clean up tupperware" as an excuse (I don't have a dishwasher; I do all of them by hand). But I've been spending way too much money buying salads and sandwiches at work, so I came up with a few ways to eat healthy and save money:



  • Use plastic Ziploc bags for salads instead of tupperware.
Admittedly, this isn't the most eco-friendly of ideas I've ever had, but it really motivates me to bring a salad when I know I won't have to spend time getting old salad dressing out of my tupperware bowl (which is a lot harder than you think). I just stick my salad greens in one of the big freezer bags, then add the dressing at lunch and shake it together. Then, when I'm done, the bag goes in the trash and there's no messy cleanup. This especially comes in handy when I add quinoa or some other little grain to my salad - those always get stuck in the sink when I try to clean out my salad bowl. 
  • Buy fresh vegetables on Sunday and pack them in bags for the whole week.
On Sunday, I go to the grocery store and get a few bags of baby carrots, whole bell peppers, and sometimes a few stalks of celery. I cut up the peppers and celery, then mix them with carrots in five bags for me to take to work. It only takes a few minutes of prep, and then I always have a snack to hold me through the work day. 
  • Make sandwiches ahead of time and wrap them in foil.
I love using tin foil for sandwiches because unlike plastic bags, you can wrap it tightly enough so that stuff doesn't fall out of the sandwich. This comes in handy especially when I make my Mediterranean naan & hummus sandwich, or any other sandwich that has a lot of loose greens and veggies in it. 
  • Use a water bottle with measurements on it. 
Did you know that 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated? Dehydration can cause a variety of ailments, like fatigue, headaches, and dizziness, to name a few. Personally, I have to make a conscious effort to get the amount of water I need, especially when I'm at work. That's why I use a two-liter water bottle with measurements on it, so I can keep track of how much I'm drinking during the day. 




Talking about water and dehydration is a great opportunity to exhibit gratitude for the fact that clean water is available in America. However, 783 million people globally do not have access to clean water. An easy way to get involved is through the UNICEF Tap Project, which funds one day of clean water for a child in need for every 10 minutes you don't touch your phone. Visit uniceftapproject.org on your phone to get involved!


Bucket List: Yoga Teacher Training in Mexico


As my yoga practice has deepened, I've been starting to seriously consider the logistics of getting my 200-hr Yoga Teacher Certification. Right now a friend of mine is doing her 200-hr training on the weekends at a local studio, but I don't think that method would work for me. I want to do my training all at once, preferably on a retreat where I can focus solely on my practice. And since becoming such a fan of Beach Yoga this summer, I want to find a training location on the ocean.



While getting my certification is something I'm 100% committed to, I've classified it as a "Bucket List" item because of the logistics. Not only is Yoga Teacher Training (YTT) expensive, but the retreats I've been looking at range from 16-28 days... something that will be hard to manage with only 20 PTO days a year. Although I'm very grateful for how much PTO I get, I'll have to be creative in finding a way to fit YTT into my busy work life. But in the end, everything comes down to drive - you have to ask yourself, how much do I want it? And there is no doubt in my mind that I want this.

Once I decided that I was absolutely going to do my YTT, I started looking at various schools at which to get my certification. One in particular stood out - the School Yoga Institute, with training offered in various international locations. And once I read this post on the Lululemon blog about the SYI, I made up my mind that it was the right school for me.


When I do my training, I definitely want to go to the SYI location in Mexico, at the Present Moment Retreat center in Troncones. Just looking at their website makes me instantly crave beach yoga, sun-warmed breeze, and the sound of the ocean. (And guacamole.)

While yoga isn't necessarily about where you practice, the effects of visual aesthetics on the brain should not be discounted. I learned this first-hand at beach yoga this summer - it's so much easier to find inner peace and beauty while practicing in a beautiful place. Being near the ocean while practicing yoga is an amazing experience, especially with the sound of the waves ebbing and flowing in time with your ujjayi breath.


Everything about the Present Moment Retreat center looks amazing. I can't wait to go there for my training!




Call Me Crazy

I recently came across an article in Women’s Health Magazine, entitled “All-Natural Depression Fixes: Four all-natural ways to snap yourself out of a slump”.



If you immediately noticed what’s wrong with that title, please feel free to disregard the rest of this article.

However, if you didn’t notice what was wrong with that title, then you need to start changing the way you think about mental illness.

For those of you still reading, let’s be clear about the actual definition of depression. According to the Mayo Clinic, depression is a “disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Also called major depression, major depressive disorder or clinical depression, it affects how you feel, think and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems. ”

It is very important to differentiate the meaning of clinical depression from the casual, vernacular use of the word, in expressions like “I’m depressed because I bombed that math test”, or “This weather is so depressing.” Casual statements like these change the social definition of depression and contribute to the stigmatization of mental illness (but more on that later).

The Mayo Clinic goes on to clarify that “depression isn't a weakness, nor is it something that you can simply "snap out" of.” Depression is an actual medical condition that measurably affects the brain. As written on the website for the National Institute of Health (NIH):

Depressive illnesses are disorders of the brain. Brain-imaging technologies, such as magnetic resonance imaging (MRI), have shown that the brains of people who have depression look different than those of people without depression. The parts of the brain involved in mood, thinking, sleep, appetite, and behavior appear different.

In fact, studies have shown that depression is associated with atrophying of the hippocampus. According to a report  by the Stanford School of Medicine, the hippocampus is a  “structure [that] plays a critical role in learning and memory, and the magnitude of the hippocampal volume loss (nearly 20% in some reports; [reference]) helps explain some well-documented cognitive deficits that accompany major depression.”


The Hippocampus is associated with the functions of learning, emotions, and memory.

 This very real, physical illness – the one that Women’s Health magazine says you can “snap yourself out” of – is one that affects approximately 6.7% of all adults in the US (Source: NIMH). Millions of people are affected by depression, whether they suffer from it themselves, or indirectly, as a family member or loved one.

Women’s Health Magazine, I would like to pose a question to you: Is this the sort of dialogue on Mental Health that you would like to create – one that will make women suffering from depression believe that if they only just ate chocolate or took Omega-3 supplements, they’d “snap out” of their illness?

If this is the message you are trying to send to your readers, why stop there? Why not have a new feature article: “Cure Yourself of Cancer- Five Easy Ways to “Snap Out” Of It!”, or “All-Natural AIDS Fixes: What YOU should be eating to stop having AIDS.”

I think I’ve made my point.

In terms of scientific literacy, depression is at a disadvantage when compared to many other diseases – doctors still don’t really know what its exact causes are, and can’t explain how it works like they would another disease. Similarly to our knowledge of cancer, we don’t know the exact mechanisms that cause depression, but we do have treatments in place to manage the symptoms.

The symptoms of mental illnesses themselves, however, are something that contribute to the systematic misunderstanding of mental health. Consider, for example, something as simple as nasal congestion. What is that a symptom of? It could be a symptom of a variety of ailments – allergies, the common cold, a deviated septum, or a sinus infection (to name a few). And this is just involving the nose, one of the best-understood (medically speaking) parts of the human body. Now take the brain, the most complex organ in our bodies. Obviously, illnesses of the brain would manifest themselves through mental symptoms first. But just like nasal congestion, a symptom of the brain could be caused by many different factors. Take sadness – someone could be sad because they lost a loved one, or had a bad break-up, or got into an argument. Or, they could be experiencing sadness because they are suffering from a mental illness.

But what if people treated something like nasal congestion as they did depression (or mental health illnesses in general)? What if people said…

“Have you ever tried not being congested?”

“I don’t think it’s healthy that you need to take medication to unclog your nose. Don’t you think it’s changing who you are?”

“Well, lying in bed obviously isn’t helping you get better. Don’t you think you should try something else?”

How productive would that be?

But this is the dialogue Women’s Health Magazine is creating about depression. Don’t get me wrong – they are not the sole perpetrators of this stigmatization. But it is ignorant (though well-intentioned, I’m sure) articles and dialogues like these that cause people to be ashamed of their depression.

I do give them credit, though, in mentioning some science in their article – for example, that the levels of serotonin in the brain play a role in depression. However, as I stated previously, the cause of depression is not as simple as serotonin levels. The brain is incredibly complex – we have billions of interconnected neurons, forming roughly a quadrillion (that’s a million billion) synaptic connections. Not surprisingly, the brain is one of the least understood systems in the body. Understanding the exact causes of depression may not happen for a very long time.

Source: Harvard Medical School

This may be one of the underlying reasons why mental illnesses are so misunderstood. The brain is an incredibly complex piece of biological machinery…only in recent years have we started to understand even a fraction of the functions and roles it plays. In many circumstances, understanding other types of illnesses is easier. For example, diabetes occurs when the body is not able to produce enough insulin; cancer is the mass propagation of abnormal cells in the body. And depression is just as much of a biological ailment… yet along with other mental illnesses, it has been socially stigmatized in a way that no other diseases have.

Often characterized as a “weakness” or lack of willpower, the social definition of depression has been transformed into an indictment of the personality.  All too often, people assume that someone suffering from depression isn’t “trying” hard enough to be happy, or is “giving up” on themselves. However, would you condemn a person who has the flu as having “given up” on their bodies?

You wouldn’t, would you? Yet this is how society has condemned me – and the millions of others who have depression.

Very few of my friends know I have depression. Up until recently, it was something I was ashamed of and humiliated by. What sort of person, I asked myself, needs to take a pill to feel happy? I dismissed the thoughts in my head – the ones of worthlessness, of hopelessness – as irrationalities. I closed myself off to others.

I did this in self-defense. Any time I had ever shared my secret with others, it was met with incredible ignorance and insensitivity.

“Oh, you’re on crazy pills, Sarah? I should have guessed.”

“Why are you being so crazy, Sarah?”

“Stop being so emotional. You’re being crazy.”

Crazy.   Crazy.   Crazy.

A few years ago, I got into an fight with my best friend. It was over something minor, but it escalated to the point where she used an unforgivable argument against me – “Sarah, you can’t try to blame me for this… you have to see a psychiatrist, that should tell you something about your mental capabilities.”

This was something said to me by my best friend – the person I had hoped would give me solace and comfort. And this person took my disease and used it against me.

Even now, my more well-intentioned friends still don’t know how to react. After revealing my illness to another friend a few weeks ago, she said, “Sarah, you can trick that illness out of you with time. Forget it affects you… habits are pretty damn strong.”

Trick that illness out of me?

Forget that it affects me­?

Even though she was just trying to help, her words did more damage than all of those who had called me crazy throughout the years. Because, you see, the unsaid implication under those words was that it was my choice to have depression… that if I was only stronger of mind, I would be able to “forget” I had this illness, and "trick" my way out of it. In essence, her argument presupposed that the depression was my fault.

And I am here to tell you today that this sort of dialogue MUST end.

No one should EVER feel ashamed of their mental illness.

No one should EVER feel that they are to blame for having a disease.

No one should EVER be afraid to say that they have depression, or ask for help.

In my journey of having depression, I have been relatively blessed. I have been to the point where many others don’t come back – the point where life is given up as hopeless; where there is nothing worth staying for – and I have returned. I have lived through my darkest hour, when I thought I would never see the light of life again.

I AM A SURVIVOR.

But I am one of the lucky ones.

Every year, over 40,000 people lose their battle against their own minds, and commit suicide. For many of these victims’ family and friends, their deaths come as a surprise. Many people are too ashamed of their illness to seek help. I have personally witnessed this side of depression, too – in college, one of my friends from high school committed suicide. No one had even known anything was wrong, not even his family. He was popular and always seemed happy, but he still took his own life. He never sought help, and thus never received the treatment he needed.





How many lives could we change if mental illness wasn’t treated as a weakness, but as the disease that it is? In how many hearts could we inspire hope by spreading the knowledge that depression is not anyone's fault – it's a disease – and is treatable? And while not all of those suffering from depression consider suicide, nearly all of those who committed suicide have suffered from a mental illness. How many of those lives could have been saved if they had shared their secret, and gotten help?

I am sending a message to all the people reading this who have felt alone – felt hopeless – felt ashamed. I am here to tell you that you are NOT alone, things are NOT hopeless, and you should NEVER feel ashamed. 

One day, we WILL change the conversation about Mental Health. It will take time, education, and advocacy; but it can and will be done. 

However, it will require an effort on all of our parts. For those of us suffering with a mental illness, we must find strength and empowerment in the knowledge that depression is a disease that is biological but treatable. Armed with this information, we must speak out against the stigma we face every day. We must educate others and help them understand that depression is not something you can "snap out of" or "trick" your brain into forgetting.

And for those of you who do not have a mental illness, EDUCATE YOURSELVES. Knowledge is power. Knowledge is understanding. Knowledge is hope. Keep in mind that one in four people suffer from a mental illness at some point in their lives, which means you probably already know someone with a mental illness. Don't let them suffer alone. The best thing you can do is just to be there for a friend or loved one; reserving judgment and offering love.

Together we can change the dialogue surrounding mental health. Together we can save lives. And it starts with YOU.


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The Heist

In a previous post, I wrote about The Heist, an all-women's bouldering competition, that I was going to compete in. I had pretty low goals for myself (I'm much better at sport climbing than I am at bouldering), but I wanted to go for the experience. 

What I didn't expect was to have an amazing time, in addition to pushing myself out of my comfort zone and succeeding


Bouldering, for those of you who don't know, is a form of rock climbing that requires one to ascend or traverse the wall (or rock) without any sort of safety gear. Usually in indoor rock climbing gyms, the wall height rarely exceeds 15 feet or so (unlike the one these crazy kids are climbing on the cover of Dead Point Magazine):


However, the gym that was hosting the competition (Central Rock Watertown) had a bouldering wall that you had to top-out on; meaning you climbed over the top of the wall, simulating an actual boulder. This means you are required to hoist yourself over a thick ledge 15+ feet off the ground, after your fingers and forearms are swollen from a strenuous bouldering problem. Woof.


The whole toping-out thing was especially scary for me, considering I went to the ER on a  bad bouldering fall not two months ago. Still, the whole point of me competing in The Heist was to push myself out of my comfort zone, so I stuck with it.



But let me tell you something about bouldering comps. It is intimating as all heck to have a dozen other girls (including professional climbers) watching you attempt to flash a problem for maximum points. My hands shook on every single problem I did, even though I wasn't competing for points. 

My main goal for the whole competition was actually just to complete one route cleanly. Not a lofty goal, for sure; but my climbing buddy Abby told me they bumped up the difficulties for competitions. 


In the end, I surpassed my goal by more than I even imagined– I completed 10 routes cleanly, with the hardest being a clean, first-attempt V2 (something I've never even done practicing in the gym). I guess that's one good thing about having low goals– it's really easy to meet them!

However, this was a great lesson in learning how to believe in myself. In fear of disappointing myself and my friends, I set really low goals that I felt confident I could meet. But I am so much more capable than that. In a recent yoga class, we meditated on how each and every one of us contains a reservoir of grace, light, and strength that is waiting to be tapped into. We, as individuals, have infinite possibilities within us. Having faith in that potential is (for me) a continuing practice. 


I'm so glad I competed in The Heist, even though I was nervous. It was an incredible learning experience that I'll never forget. And seeing all those amazing girls climb was incredibly empowering. Women are amazing and multifaceted (and can apparently amass more muscle than your average male). Seeing what my competitors were capable of only inspired me to work harder at my training and become a better climber.

Abby, Erika, and I goofing around

(Also, a HUGE shout out to Abby, who won THIRD PLACE in the Beginner's Category! Congrats Abby, you earned it!!)


Taking a Step Back

This past week was pretty tough. As this is the first time in 17 years that I haven't gone back to school in the fall, it's been hard adjusting to the relative monotony and seriousness of corporate life. Don't get me wrong– I'm beyond grateful to have a job in an economy where many are still struggling to find work. It is this gratitude that keeps me going.

However, at some point in our lives we can't help but stop and wonder– what are we working for? What's the end goal? Are we just working to have money so we can enjoy life? Or are we in it for the job and the fulfillment of our careers? 

One thing's for certain– corporate finance is not my life's passion. Although I'm not entirely sure what is my passion, I know it's not that. Now, I'm left to figure out if I can create a full and happy life having that as my job. Will it be enough to just be a "weekend warrior", living for the times I can be outside and truly enjoying life? Or will I eventually need to make a change?

I don't have the answers yet.

This past weekend, I wanted to take some time alone with my pup to reflect on life and the future. We took a lovely hike together in the woods, letting the beauty and simplicity of nature cancel out any of the stresses or worries of the prior week.





After a hike like that, I always come out feeling stronger, calmer, and more in-tune with myself. It's amazing the transformative effect that nature has. And although I'm still not totally convinced that I won't give up corporate life and live in a cabin in the woods à la Walden, I feel refreshed and energized knowing that the world outside will always remain there for me.



Pathless Woods





There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
-Lord Byron

Taking The Time

Hello, old friend. It's been a while since I've written. You see, I've been given more and more responsibility at work, and I've been neglecting the things that mean the most to me (like you).

I'm beginning to understand why people use the age old excuse "Well, I've just been busy at work...". It's easy to say because it's true. It's exhausting. If you care about your job, and you constantly try to do well, it is easy to expend the majority of your energy on succeeding. Then, at the end of the day, it's hard to muster the energy to do any other sort of activity (especially when it's something physically demanding, like rock climbing).

In the face of this quandary, I've been contemplating the phenomenon of choice. Some years ago, I read a passage in a book that has stayed with me to this day. The author argued that there are very few things in live that we have to do– like eating, drinking water, sleeping, etc– in order to live. Instead, people impose false commitments on themselves by presupposing that they have to do them– like staying late at work, saying yes to something they don't want to do, etc. The premise is this: If you don't stay late at work, there could be negative consequences. It might make you look bad in front of your manager, or it might cause you to get behind on work. But do you have to do it? Do you absolutely, completely have to do it in order to live? No– you choose to. You choose to stay late at work for your own reasons... and it is this simple shift in the way we view our actions that forces us to accept responsibility for what we do.

Finding balance is never easy. If only we could find a way to get everything done at work to make a living while still enjoying life. However, this isn't possible; and we must choose how we allocate our time. If we choose to focus on work, our careers will benefit, but our personal lives may suffer. In turn, if we only concentrate on the things outside of work, our ability to make a living may be in jeopardy. This paradox only places more importance on making conscious choices.

So choose wisely, my friends.

New Hampshire

The term "getaway" can mean different things for different people. To me, a true getaway implies escaping all the things that complicate life– traffic, city crowds, pollution, social media, and the constant availability that naturally follows from having cell phone reception.


Enter New Hampshire. Everything is green as far as the eye can see. Rolling hills covered in verdant trees, air alive with the scent of growing things... it seems the less people there are, the more room there is for plants. And after a week of maneuvering rush hour traffic morning and night, it is incredibly invigorating to drive down the main road unimpeded by any other cars.



My second favorite part of New Hampshire is all the amazing hiking. There are so many trails that have been left unspoiled by human traffic, allowing nature to run its course through the woods. Spending time in the forest and listening to the running water is something that I'll never get tired of.






Strawberry Fields

I am so blessed to live in a small country town that boasts many different types of farms– dairy, Christmas tree, and produce (to name a few). Today, I went strawberry picking at a farm less than half a mile from my house.




Fresh-picked strawberries are like no other fruit. There's just something about that which has been perfected by the earth and rain and sun; and is attained in its unaltered state.





I am grateful for the sun, a warm day, fresh strawberries, the earth, humanity. 








Mysterious Ways

Today started off like any other day– I got up at 6:30, dropped my puppy off at daycare, picked up my coworker for our carpool, and was in work by 7:20. The day progressed similarly, with the typical meeting or two, and my usual lunch break at the gym.

Then, just as I was about to leave work, I found out that a friend of mine had been diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma (a type of cancer). While I wouldn't call this friend of mine particularly close, he had been the president of a political club while I was the social media chair, which gave us many hours together in meetings and collaborations. This friend went on to become the president of his fraternity, and eventually our university's student government president.

Amiable and liked by all, this young man had the ability to bring even the most timid of conversationalists out of their shell. Such was his talent at communication that he was once interviewed on national television by one of the most watched TV networks on air. Even though he was still a junior in college, I was already preparing myself to vote for him in the 2028 Presidential Elections.

And I can't think of a person less deserving of this disease.

When I heard the news, I felt as if a heavy weight had just been dropped on my chest. I couldn't breathe. This young man has lived one of the most inspiring lives I've ever witnessed– now only to be marred by the terrible, awful, destructive force that is cancer. Regardless of the outcome of this disease, he will always bear the scars of its effects. He doesn't deserve it.

But if only wishing something could make it so. If only sending positive energy to another could heal their body.

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This news had saddened my day, but I had already made plans with another friend. Arriving early at our meeting spot, I wandered around listlessly, waiting for him to arrive.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman staring at me from a few yards away.

Her appearance was itself unremarkable. Diminutive with short brown hair, the woman appeared to be in her sixties. She wore sneakers, khaki capris, and a plain purple zip-up sweater; no logos, no badges, nothing. And there she was, walking towards me.

"Hello," she said. "I saw you walking by, and I wanted to let you know that God loves you."

Disconcerted, I wasn't sure what to say at first. This woman's appearance and mannerisms lent no impression of fanaticism or any unsoundness of mind, leading me to believe that she wasn't a proselytizer. Yet I wondered what she had seen in my face that made her stop.

"Thank you," I said, uncertain. "That's very kind of you to say."

"Are you Christian?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good. I just wanted you to know that God loves you."

And then she walked away.

Utterly taken aback, I felt tears come to my eyes. Not knowing me, or who I am, or what I've been through, this woman saw me at random and chose to say those specific words to me.

My faith is something that I've always struggled with, being raised as Catholic but going through periods of agnosticism and even atheism. But having seen the things I've seen and experienced the things I've experienced, I can only conclude that there is a greater energy present that exceeds our known world. Now, I've come to accept my God as a force that transcends human understanding– eclipsing the words written in the Bible and any other mechanism created by man.

However, I have always struggled with guilt. Guilt that I was never kind enough, or guilt that I had ignored someone in need. And above all, the encumbering guilt from the monumental mistakes I've already made in my young life.

Especially today, I felt the guilt that such a disease had passed me by and manifested itself in someone who should have, by all that is good, been given a full, healthy life. Guilt that the cancer chose him, and not me.

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We exist in four dimensions. Our location in these dimensions is constantly changing. We may be anchored in a certain three-dimensional location for a while, but time is always moving. As soon as we experience one second, we move on to the next in a continuous flow of existence.

This is why I believe that everything happens for a reason; that there are no coincidences. For instance, think of all the seconds that have passed since the beginning of time. They are too great to count. If all of time was a line a million miles long, this day would be but a subatomic particle in comparison.

Then think of all the places that exist in our universe. Again, they are too many to count.

For this moment today to have happened, all four dimensions must have been in alignment– meaning out of the trillions of possibilities in each dimension and their infinite permutations, this one combination occurred.

To me, this is the Greater Force showing His hand.


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Call it what you will. I don't expect others to share my faith. For me it is God, but for others it is a higher energy or intelligent being. To scientists, it is the underlying law of the universe that eludes our comprehension. To Buddhists, it is the ultimate state of understanding– Nirvana.

Nearly every culture or group have their own explanation for the inexplicable. Each have their own name for the force that is greater than ourselves. But perhaps– just perhaps– it is all the same thing.

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I conclude my narrative by expressing gratitude for the place I am in right now. I have a loving family, amazing friends, a place to sleep at night, enough food to eat and water to drink, and above all– my health. 

Through the difficult times I've faced and the instances where I've felt there was no hope, I was still being led to the place of safety and well-being that I am in now. And today, I was blessed with the reminder that I am loved, and that there is always something to be grateful for. 



Making New Friends

Me and Emily

For my first post, I thought it would be fitting to express my gratitude for some of the most important people in my life– my friends. This weekend, we celebrated our college graduation in a night of swimming, Can Jam, and general revelry. 

An unexpected addition to our group was Wesley's longtime family friend, Emily, visiting him from France. Having studied abroad in France and being conversational in the language, I was excited to talk in French again.


Little did I know that Emily was one of the most open, easy-going people I've ever met. With a bright laugh always readily available on her lips, she and I instantly connected in a frenzy of bilingual communication.

In general, I find it pretty easy to talk to people I don't know well. I'm not shy by any means. But only after a couple of minutes, it felt as if Emily and I had been friends for a long time.


It's funny how life works out. There are times where I feel as if the mistakes I've made are insurmountable; that I wish I could go back in time and start over. But then something as simple as a new friendship– one that only could have arisen out of a precise order of circumstances– will validate the difficult times and lend hope to the future.





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