While we were away, attending my sister-in-law's wedding, there was one moment from that entire experience which resonated with me the most having now returned to my "normal" life. It was the night before the wedding. Another set of family members had arrived to find their awaiting accommodations in the cabin we all stayed at infested with ladybugs. In the chaos of trying to find them alternative accommodations, especially as the evening drew to a close with the final moments of preparation ...
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Pizza in the Rain Pt. II
Check out the first part in this series here before reading! That Shabbat, I found Kevin during the oneg and asked him when would be a good time to come over that evening before heading downtown to go do whatever crazy, post-Shabbas stuff we felt like doing, especially since it was July and havdalah was excruciatingly late. He shrug, as usual, and said he didn't really care when. It was Shabbat after all. He added I could crash his study session with his roommate, Justin, and our other ...
Only Silence
I'm suppose to working on a contingency plan to propose in a meeting at work Wednesday, but all I can think about is this stupid fight I had with my sister yesterday about the coronavirus and all the things I wish I could have said to her instead of just getting hurt and hanging up on her. "Until my work shuts down -- which who knows when that will be -- I'm not needlessly quarantining myself because what's the point? You know how disgusting that place is; a cesspool, a Petri dish." But ...
I’m Engaged!
Yes, you read that title correctly: I'm engaged, and yes, definitely to be married! (As Charlotte Lucas said, "Is there any other kind?") I know, I can't believe it either. It's strange, bizarre, weird but it's wonderful, exciting, terrifying, thrilling; years of dreaming, hoping, wishing, anticipating all, AT LAST, coming true! Even though it's been a week since my engagement, I still have moments of incredulous euphoria as I stop to ponder, consider the miracle that it is. Of course, ...
Wasted Love: Raging INFJ Pt. 4
I think all my Raging INFJ posts have lead to this point, to this dramatic declaration which beats at the heart of all INFJs. We despise door slamming, letting go, saying goodbye -- we rage for one reason and one reason alone: we fear our love being wasted. As Mirren so poignantly reminded me on Twitter, "When I love, I love." Her words sparked a burgeoning idea, which I felt compelled to write, knowing all my own rage lead to this interconnected epiphany. When an INFJ says, "When I ...
