I've lost thirteen pounds in eight months. Slow and steady wins the race.

 

I found a wedding dress that makes me feel like a woman, not a cupcake. I love the way I look in it so much that I wish I could share the picture of me wearing it here, but I'm just too nervous that Nick may stumble upon it and I want him to be surprised.

 

After some soul searching and consulting with the Committee of My Life, I decided to no longer continue with my thesis. Writing a thesis is not mandatory in my program, and in fact the vast majority of students choose to take the comprehensive exam instead. I'm learning that I don't always have to make things more difficult for myself to have a meaningful experience. I feel extremely relieved to have it off my shoulders. I had too much going on, and it just had to go.

 

So maybe dropping the thesis means I'll get back to posting regularly. Maybe not. Maybe I'll have time to actually rebuild my readership beyond my mother and my best friend. Or maybe I'll continue to ignore an endeavor which has proved incredibly fulfilling and cathartic for me in the past. I don't know. I'd like to say it's a goal, but right now I really am focused pretty intensely on finishing graduate school, marrying the best thing that ever happened to me, planning for a rock star career in social work, improving my physical health, maintaining a vibrant and meaningful social network, and advancing peace in my personal environment. Just a few goals of mine. No wonder I felt overwhelmed.