We’ve been having some wicked weather here in Minneapolis lately. The tornadoes that ripped through the Northside of the city yesterday proved Mother Nature can be a truly terrifying force. My heart goes out to the people affected by such tragedies. Unfortunately, they seem to be all too common lately.
At lunch today our waitress asked us if we’d been affected by the weather. We replied that thankfully we had not been. She proceeded to tell us how exciting she thought it was. She just couldn’t “wait to see” what would happen! We were aghast at her lack of tact and compassion. Ummm, really lady? Horrible, potentially fatal storms are exciting to you? They really get your rocks off? Maybe not the best word choice, Jenny. (She didn’t get much of a tip for this and several other reasons.)
However inconsiderate her comment, I do understanding the awe-inspiring power of weather. Although I wouldn’t call it exciting in that context necessarily, storms can be fascinating and even beautiful at times. There is something inherently, eerily powerful and mesmerizing about storms. A force bigger than yourself is at work and the production is on such an epic scale. I get shivers realizing how small and insignificant I am when faced with forces of nature so big and powerful. Their power is magnificent and terrifying and one that can render all other earthly powers useless. Such a majestic and awesome force commands some manner of respect.
I found this amazing video showing the eruption of the latest volcano in Iceland, called Grimsvotn. The ash and smoke clouds coupled with the lighting (and soundtrack) paint a terrific and majestic vision. Directors and special effects teams could scarcely dream of creating such a fantastic display. Mother Nature puts on a show like I’ve never seen before. The feelings of my insignificance and powerlessness are definitely stirred up by this production. Bravo, Mama Earth. Now be nice and settle down for a bit, would ya?
I’ve been having some trouble adjusting to life after graduation…. I feel so lost without any sort of homework or a set schedule to fill my time! I honestly, don’t really know what to do with myself right now! I mean, I’m working on getting my paperwork together to go abroad, finishing up some other applications, and I’ve got a job and chores to do of course. But WHAT DO I DO ALL DAY, EVERYDAY NOW THAT COLLEGE IS OVER!?
I haven’t ever really had this much unlimited, unbounded, absolutely FREE time in my entire life (expect pre-pre-school days I can’t even remember)
Any advice? Not like what things to do to fill my time–I’m highly capable of dinking around and finding stuff to clean. But how do I handle the actual transition to post-college life??
This quote settled my worries a bit at least. Helps me realize I’m not necessarily wasting my time by enjoying summer right now.
As I face graduation coming up soon, I’m faced with a conflict of sorts. I’m extremely proud of my accomplishments throughout my education. I’ve worked very hard (despite much procrastination and complaining) and have learned so much. However, as I look out at the greater world I am overwhelmed that I truly know so little. There is so much left to learn in life… trades I want to learn, skills to hone, intellectual topics I’ve barely broken the surface of… It’s very humbling to consider what I’ve done compared to what I still hope to accomplish. Good thing I’m young, optimistic, and value this new humility 🙂
“Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.”
PS Love Van Gogh, this is the wallpaper on my computer right now 🙂
I should be so lucky to have a Gatsby quote as my epitaph.
“Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind
‘Cause it’s all going off without you
Excuse me too busy you’re writing your tragedy
When you’ve no idea what you’re like”
–Frou Frou, “Let Go”
(I want to put this up in my room!)
“It’s a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier healthier life. As children we are told to smile, be cheerful, and put on a happy face. As adults we are told to look on the bright side, to make lemonade, and see glasses as half full. Sometimes reality can get in the way of our ability to act the happy part though. Your health can fail, boyfriends can cheat, friends can disappoint. It’s in these moments, when you just want to get real, drop the act, and be your true scared unhappy self.”
This poem speaks to much of what I’ve been feeling lately: perfection is impossible.
Super-stressful-spring-semester-senior-year are you over yet??
by Kilian McDonnell
I have had it with perfection.
I have packed my bags, I am out of here. Gone.
As certain as rain will make you wet, perfection will do you in.
It droppeth not as dew upon the summer grass to give liberty and green joy.
Perfection straineth out the quality of mercy, withers rapture at its birth.
Before the battle is half begun, cold probity thinks it can’t be won, concedes the war.
I’ve handed in my notice, given back my keys, signed my severance check, I quit.
Hints I could have taken:
Even the perfect chiseled form of Michelangelo’s radiant David squints
the Venus de Milo has no arms,
the Liberty Bell is cracked.
This is clearly not perfect (and it’s still great and remarkable), why should I try to be?!