handwritten on March 19, 2019
My mother used to read me this book entitled "It Looked Like Spilt Milk." And if you have kids or are a teacher or perhaps neither, I am quite sure you have at least recognize the royal blue cover with whimsical shapes of spilt milk on the front. Ironically, there is also a saying that somewhat echos this book that states you should "Never cry over spilt milk." In other words, turn that spilt milk into intricate shapes of ice cream cones and candles and birthday cake, but do not waste your tears and energy crying over the little things.
I agree with this statement, or at least I have wrestled with it for a while, but after today, I can honestly say I think the quote should read: "Don't be...
handwritten on March 18, 2019
A quick journal entry. A quick blog. Adventure does not need to be intricate or thought out for days or weeks or months. I am a planner, but there is also great wisdom in realizing that the time is right, you should go with your gut and your heart rather than acting logically. My husband and myself have been talking about going to San Francisco for a while and last night we talked. We searched. We booked a place. We clicked.
Sometimes a drawn out list does not create needed whimsy. Sometimes planning does not create magic. Sometimes we spend so much time thinking and planning and calling and tracking that we lose the adventure in the word adventure. I am a planner. But I'm also a dreamer....
handwritten on March 17, 2019
Thanks to my parents, my husband and myself were able to spend our anniversary at the Priory Hotel where we were married just one year ago. It is amazing just how fast time flies and even more so, just how different life is one year later. We had a lovely dinner out and then went back to the hotel to talk about our wedding and our ups and down since that magical moment one year ago. We talked about the speeches and the rehearsal dinner the night before, the food, the laughs and cries but ultimately the love that has brought and will keep us together forever. And so on this night, my journal will be more of an open letter to my husband, the love of my life and forever s'more buddy.
Dear...
handwritten on March 15, 2019
I suppose I have been discussing mismatched matches a lot as of late. However, I could not pass up this opportunity to discuss the Life Match of Medicine as this happened to be the same day last year (Friday) before my husband and myself were married. Match Day happens to be the day in which the greatest whimsy does or does not occur for many medical students. For those of you who have never experienced a live match of whimsy, allow me to explain.
Around the United States, Match Day is a moment of truth. Are you good enough to match? Pior to match day, medical students are asked to interview at countless places to increase the chances of attending a program that allows them to practice...
handwritten on March 14, 2019
The glory of being a twin has always been one of the greatest whimsies of my life. Another person makes you better, makes you realize new whimsies and new perspectives, greater rainbows and renewed destinations. Born a twin, I may be a bit biased in unwraveling the true whimsy behind twinship, but I think even those closest to knowing who I am and what I stand for have already realized the whimsy in twinship. There is something remarkable about sharing a bond with another. Never once have I felt alone in my decisions or friendships or life adventures. Never once have a sought out a "best friend" or "someone to guide me on life's journey" because through twinship one already has a built in...
