Life after college is often like finals week - you're busy trying to meet deadlines for something you don't want to do with no idea if you're going to make it or feel successful. ALL THE TIME.
February is normally, like, the worst.
Because it is.
Today's post is to remember some of the things from this past year, 2015. A year of adversity, a year of change, a year of hope and joy through all things.
During the most wonderful time of the year LAST year, I was bruised, bloody, crying, and/or pride-less in the great toothless tragedy of 2014.
This year's holiday leaves me jobless, lifeless, hungry, lonely, and sad-mad.
Okay, fine, I'm not always hungry.
Who am I kidding? Yes I am.
This is me, returning to the droll life of home cooked sausages, fresh french toast, and organic syrup. I only look upset because I ATE TOO MUCH GOOD FOOD, BUT THERE'S STILL ONE SAUSAGE LEFT.
One day, it's 110 degrees. The next day, school's canceled because it's snowing 3 inches and someone created a tiny snowman on a bench.
There are places in the world that, when stumbled into, are so magical that once you leave, you wonder if you just stepped out of a dream. These places create memory holes so large that you wonder if the memory belongs to someone else. And sometimes, it does.
The Flagstaff Arts and Leadership Academy is my recent memory hole.
Arizona knows how to teach their children what's what: With old posters.
What happens when two Midwestern boys tour in the Southwest?
…Man, heck if I know.
Adventures in "hot"-dessey
...why did I write that...