Frozen II Roommate Reprise

So another study break :) I know, major drama queens... or princess... whatever.




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Remember

This is just one of those "to remember" things a friend sent me. I think it's lovely.

Crazy Roommate Love

I love my roommate, but sometimes we are crazy.

Here we are, studying late into the night, once again.

Thanks for being there for me dear friend.

Letter to you

Dear Kate,

there will be nights without sleep.
Or more specifically: there will be 2AMs with many projects begun all over the floor and checklists building in your mind, and you will want to stay up all night.
You will, of course, try the whole sleep thing.
After all, night is when people sleep and you have places to be tomorrow, hypothetically.
But let's face it, you're not very good at sleep.
Aside from everything you want to be doing, there's everything you need to get done. And when you do what you know you should, there are the thoughts to chase away the sleep with the broom.
I really just thought you should know.

Best wishes,
Future Self

PS: You've always been this way, so you probably already knew. It was just in case. Or it will be, I guess.

Wallflower

Every time someone says "wallflower"
I just picture some really beautiful intricate wallpaper with detailed flowers all over it.
I'm not sure that's what it is truly referring to.
I mean, I know it's people, but the metaphor is what?
I don't care.
This is lovely.

Catch me if you can

Today I feel all caught up!
This may be a complete illusion but it will be one I will continue running at.
It's great.
Nursing classes have ended for all of us pre-clinicals for the week! We can all breathe!
[worry not, we still have fluff tomorrow]
It's pre-Friday. Let's all celebrate.

Thanks for the Rosehips

I love rosehips. Truly, they are one of my favorite things about autumn.
I'm aware that it's winter.
But actually our winter was friday, now it's gone.
Still, it's not quite spring.
So I'm thinking about autumn.

Let me back up.

When I left Germany I had a jar of rosehips.
I eventually had to throw them away.
They dried out, kind of started to rot...

More background.

Listening to a sad, emotional song (not for the sake of melancholy, it's just in the playlist.)
Watching a video that makes you cry (again, I didn't know it was coming.)
It would be easy to just sink into it.

But then you remember about rosehips.
On every walk there are those things you see, special rocks, feathers, flowers, rosehips.
(If you're wondering which of these are best, let me give you a hint: rosehips. Always rosehips. Seaglass too. Always seaglass. Same principle.)

So in life, there are rosehips too.
Something someone says. An old treasured memory. A special, spontaneous, parking-lot group-hug. A loud dinner party that goes late and stays happy. Remembering something from a book you read as a child, that makes you laugh out loud. God's hand at work.

So to the people who carry the rosehips in, thank you.
Life's rosehips never dry out.