like nike

I do this thing where I know I want to do a Thing but then the idea of doing the Thing feels the slightest bit overwhelming so then I kinda just don’t do the Thing, unless there’s a deadline involved. Then I do the Thing at the last possible minute.

And that happens with a lot of Things.

Updating my photography Instagram. Finishing summer applications. Planning lunch dates.

Writing.

So there’s some transparency to explain the silence from me, but I’d like to start using my voice again. There are like ten different topics I want to write about, they’re just floating around my head day in and day out and new ones keep formulating so I should just *write* about them, right? Like a lot of other things, I need to just do it. This is me doing it. Continue reading “like nike”

har-mo-ny, it’s easy as C-E-G

harmony

noun

  1. the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions having a pleasing effect.
  2. agreement or concord.

dissonance

noun

  1. lack of harmony among musical notes.
  2. a tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements.

I was sitting on the bus, heading home completely exhausted but pretty satisfied with the work I’d gotten done before a much-deserved break. Half asleep, I thought to myself, “I wrote four great papers this week; why not one more?” So here’s one for the music lovers. For the lovers, period. Let me break it down:

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before I turn 20

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The irony isn’t lost on me that I’d written the second piece on the 19th day of March.

19.

A prime number with little room for flexibility. The only way to multiply and get 19 is to do nothing. In the world of arithmetic, multiplying by 1 does nothing.

Tragic, right?

But if you break 19 apart into 1 and 9, the possibilities are endless increase in number.

1 + 9 = 10

9 is a perfect square, so you could break it down into little 3s.

Or, you could build it up into a big 81, and 8 + 1 = 9, plus the 1 you had leftover, that’s 10 again!

Satisfying, right?

It all depends on how you look at it.

I’ve had to look long and hard at my 19.

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Whose am I?

Who do I think I am, running a blog? After changing my major? While taking three STEM classes at once, AND joining a research lab? Who do I think I am, saying I’ve beaten depression and anxiety while tragedy after tragedy try to throw them back in my face? Who do I think I am, saying I’ve grown, saying I’ve been renewed?

Who am I?

Questions like these are just the tip of the introspection iceberg, and like a broken record,  my mind has been playing them over and over these last few months. When I look back at my writing, I can see that it often boils down to the who/what/when/where/why/how I am the way that I am, and I’ve come to realize that the answers lie in another question:

Whose am I?

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