Thursday, November 6, 2014
It's hard to say where the time went.
As I became busier and busier during my last year of high school with academics, extra-curricular activities, holding down a part-time job, and friends and family, I blogged less and less, until I just stopped. That was almost two years ago; I am now in my second year of university, balancing my plate between all the same things, at what definitely feels like a higher intensity.
I am a firm believer in self-reflection, as evidenced by my dozens and dozens of journals and diaries. But also as evidenced by those dozens and dozens of journals and diaries that I never finished and then threw out later (because I couldn't quite accept childish and naive I was "back then" and how horribly written the entries were), I strive for quality. If I don't have the time and energy to devote to crafting a good post, I don't, because blogging is an expendable hobby.
A recent conversations with a loved one has led me to re-evaluate what I am doing with my time and why. Journalling helps me with that and is something that I feel I need to undertake privately at this time. Although I would say it is quite clear that I am no longer writing sixteenbeans, an epilogue seemed fitting. Closure is another thing I believe in.
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Monday, May 27, 2013
|just casually reading John Milton's Paradise Lost and Dante's Divine Comedy |
while eating macarons at Nadege...
A couple weeks ago, a friend and I went to Nadege to pick up a macaron cake for our friend's eighteenth birthday. She loves macarons... but so do we. The box of macarons was more than half gone by the time we left the bakery. Because this is exactly what we should be doing mere weeks before prom...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Time is what I need. These days, it seems like there's just not enough time to live life. I feel like a shadow of myself, constantly staying up late to study and constantly exhausted. I can't wait until the summer; in one month I'll be graduating from high school. I know that I'm going to miss this place where people make posters like these, this place where I've grown up, this place where I've spent four years of my life.
But I am ready to move on. One more month...
Monday, April 1, 2013
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I used to be that skinny girl who bakes. Of course, I haven’t baked in the better part of three months (holiday stress baking during the winter break hardly counts...) and to be honest, I’m not quite as skinny as I was before (the only saving grace is that I was really skinny before). I don’t blog much anymore either. This probably has to do with the fact that I haven’t baked in a while and hence, do not have much to blog about.
Now I’m that girl who works at a bakery. Don’t get me wrong: I absolutely love being that girl who works at a bakery. My bosses are supremely awesome people, the breads and pastries they make are beyond delicious, and I get to stick one foot in the kitchen and the other out front with the customers. I love working there.
I work about ten hours a week. Those are ten hours that I could use to study, hang out with friends, sleep, bake, or blog. But those ten hours at the bakery are so worth it. I’ve learned so much since I started working there and met so many interesting people. I can almost live with the idea of only having a social life during winter break, March break, Easter, and summer.
Summer, I cannot wait until summer. In three months, I will have graduated from high school, I will have finished writing my exams, I will have accepted an offer to a university, I will have gone to prom. It scares me, the thought of leaving, but it is the fear that drives me forward. In the meantime, I look forward to spring, to the warmer days when sundresses and sandals take over and ice cream is no longer relegated to the back of the freezer.