I'm taking the liberty of adding a new resolution at the mid-year point. I've decided that for my own personal & literary benefit, I would like to read one classic piece of literature each year. What? I'm in grad school, I can't read one a month. I can't even remember the last time I read a non-school book. Well, that's not totally true, I reread one of my favorite beach bunny books yesterday while laying out. Rereading doesn't count.
I think I'm going to start with The Great Gastby but if you have any suggestions, please leave a comment or send me an email!
Turning 30? I don’t feel nervous or self-conscious anymore, I don’t feel scared to have an idea & express it. I'm giddy because it’s a complete transformation. I’ve found my voice
People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck or something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather. That's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it.
“Between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.” – Under The Tuscan Sun