So...it's been a while since my last "real post."
I really don't know what to say for myself. Every day here is the same. I have fallen back into my old routine with ease. I wake up at the same time each morning, work and attend classes at the same hours every afternoon, and return home at approximately the same time every evening. I study. I watch seasons of Desperate Housewives and Glee. I spend copious amounts of time staring at my phone. Somehow I didn't think that would make for an interesting post.
However, last Thursday was a bit of excitement, so I'm back to fill you all in. Frank Warren of Post Secret came to our campus to give a lecture. (If any of you haven't yet experienced Post Secret, please click the link.) It was full of inspiration and encouragement. He said that there are "thousands of wonderful ideas out there just waiting for someone to believe" in them. He discussed the benefits and virtues of the blog during his lecture, which of course had me pleased as punch. (That expression has never made sense to me, but my mom used to say it, and I guess it sort of works here.) He discussed the blog as a living breathing thing (as opposed to the book form of Post Secret): when you read it, you know there is someone out there right now that is feeling those emotions. When you connect with something on a blog you find someone in your shoes at that very moment, and that enables us to reach out to one another. He emphasized the power of human connection that is possible through online resources.
As the owner of one of the few blogs ever to reach the maximum number of followers (a whopping 10,000) he's a great hero of mine. Brianne and I were fortunate enough to get to meet him, and I was pleasantly surprised by the level of humility he's been able to retain. Despite his fame, Frank stays true to his original goals with the project: giving people a voice and showcasing the extraordinary in every-day lives.
It was an impressive presentation. We were able to see post cards that had been banned from the book, and given an open mic to share our own secrets and stories. It was incredible to hear what our classmates had to say. It was an unexpected treat to find that we've been walking among people who aren't so ordinary after all. They shared things that were touching, odd, beautiful, and heart-breaking. And when the night was over, I like to think they went home feeling a little bit better to have shared.
Other than that, the days have been gliding past without interruption. My countdowns still look less intimidating with each second that ticks away. My heart still breaks and mends on a daily basis. My classes are still manageable. My friends are still my saviors. My family is still the best I could ever ask for. My phone still hasn't rang today. The old cliche is true: Time marches on.
(For those of you who read my MaDM post last week, I am pleased to tell you that my great grandmother is back at home again, stumping medical officials for what seems to be the thousandth time. She's a tough cookie, that one. I like to think I'm a little bit like her.)