I don't like when people define themselves by their relationship but I've got a pretty great one going on with this guy who decided to marry me. We have two cats, Herman and Melville. Usually, you can find us on our couch watching Netflix.
Learning is my jam. #education
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Race matters. Race matters in part because of the long history of racial minorities’ being denied access to the political process.
Race matters to a young man’s view of society when he spends his teenage years watching others tense up as he passes, no matter what neighborhood he grew up. Race matters to a young woman’s sense of self when she states her hometown, and then is pressed, ‘No, where are you really from?’
The way to stop discrimination on the basis of race is to speak openly and candidly on the subject of race, and to apply the Constitution with eyes open to the unfortunate effects of centuries of racial discrimination.
This was baloney and I lost what respect I had for Quick. I know they’re playing frustrated because they are getting destroyed by us but still. If it would have resulted in a goal I would have been pissed. It didn’t, so it ended just making Quick look really pitiful.
My mom called me last night while I was mid sautee on my Thai eggplant (so the fire was on ‘could set the smoke alarm off’) and she let me know she had a meeting in my city so did we want to meet for coffee? I said yes and asked her to call me later to talk.
She called me at about 7:10 this morning and Ryan just happened to see it come accross my phone because it was on silent. She said she was about to leave her house and would we meet at the Deli by my office? Sure, call me when you get there.
8:16, I’m at my desk, I’ve sent off about 12 emails and gotten a cup of tea. I pull my phone out of my bag. Two texts and a voicemail. My stomach dropped into the depths of the oceans. Holy Shit. I call her and i can hear the disspointment in her voice. She had to sit in a bustling deli for a half hour waiting for me! And then! She drops the ‘well, I might be late to my meeting’ bomb. Ouch. I feel terrible. SO TERRIBLE.
Currently over here feeling sorry/upset with myself. Send cookies.
I love that I have made my parents proud. I love that I am intensely dedicated; to learning, to my friends, to my husband, to my career. And I feel like I am at a good place in my career, even though I’m only 24.
I want to continue to define success by my own standards (by nature they are extremely high—but may not be the same as ‘the Jones’.) The two words I live by are joy and truth. When I go, I want to always know every decision, judgement, and comment I made reflected these values to those around me.
Thanks, Chris! (Can you believe we’ve been tumblr friends for so long?!)