almost a new year, but i'm not done with this one yet

2011 turned out to be the best yet.

I have butterflies again. And it's hard to think about other things.

most wonderful time of the year

Soynog, putting up lights, christmas music. I am such a sucker for the holidays. And weekends. And too much boozing on the weekends but dancing and laughing and waking up not-so-refreshed but smiling. Booty dancing followed by a sleepover and delicious ramen with the classmates, 1:30am walks across the city with my bestie and succumbing to internet dating (again) were not what I had planned, but they happened. And now I'm roasting brussel sprouts. That wasn't planned either.

I am happy. And mostly content. The structure and intensity of graduate school is a blessing and a burden. It will help me grow and learn how to listen, learn how to heal, learn that none of this can really be learned, as it's all already within us. I've just found a paradigm under which to express it.

Too many things happening in my head right now.