Impatiently waiting for my body to heal, I don’t think I’ve learned this lesson quite yet. I wrote that sentiment two injuries ago, last February in another case of misdiagnosed stress-fractures.
I’m admittedly a little teary-eyed during my final move-in weekend before the last of my eight semesters is to dawn. Where did the time go?
It’s New Year’s Day, and I’m scrolling through my journey’s journals of the past 12 months. Come join me.
I’ve been struggling through some crippling insecurities lately, always made manifest when my school-churning brain is ‘at rest.’ So, inspired by a fellow Bobcat blogger, I decided this morning to interject body/self positivity into the universe with the following questionnaire. How well could you answer these questions about yourself?
I wanted to be a marine biologist. Instead, I chose “journalism” – the only recognizable writer-related field of study on my undergraduate application. Because that’s what I was told I was good at. That’s what I’d always done. Why would I have pursued anything else? Anything more? This is my almost, should-have-been, still-could-be ‘women in STEM’Continue reading “Call it what it is: Bullying”
“Those who are trying to transform a world are required to modify themselves in order to proceed within that world.” -Sara Ahmed, Living a Feminist Life I walked across my apartment floor, for the first time in 4 months without pain, and it was glorious. My legs sill wobbly from disuse and wheelchair-fatigue, I felt likeContinue reading “Walk this way”