A dose of medicine

Pancakes and waffles. The perfect way to wake up in the morning, and the best remedy to any under-the-weather day.

I recommend heading to Shutter Sisters today. Today's post is so powerful and applicable to what I have been thinking about lately. Lately, I have been stuck in my head, thinking about my future, what I really want to do, how I handle situations, whether or not I am being too idealistic and stubborn. I can think of so many things to write on a leaf and it may be time to stop thinking and acting.

There is so much power to simply "doing." Plans are always made, people always talk, promises are always set, but to what extent do these things form into action? I am tired of passivity. I have no energy in me to try anymore. There is a great deal of truth to actually expressing your feelings and telling people that you care about them, because those things that go unsaid tend to be forgotten. Funny how life works, huh?

I am not sure where I am going with this. Things on my "to-do" list are chalking up and I have very little time in the day to accomplish everything. I don't really feel like I have a lot of weight on my shoulders, but there is this nagging feeling I can't brush off.







Winter quarter has been miserable and dreary to say the least, yet I have had so much fun forging friendships in NBN, hanging out at coffee shops and exploring Chicago. The ups and downs make any general reflection of my 2009 winter quarter a toss-up. Just yesterday, Laura and I hopped on the Intercampus Shuttle and visited Pressure Billiards and Cafe because I needed to take pictures for an NBN audio feature that will hopefully be up in the next few days. The entire neighborhood near Loyola University held an air of quirkiness. A funeral home sat next to a loan office. Next to that was an Egyptian restaurant, a local liquor store and a cozy, little coffee shop. With such an eclectic collection of shops, it was hard to really place my finger on what type of neighboorhood it was. Pressure Billards & Cafe? An adorable little sit-down area with regulars ranging from college students to working class men. Photographs were scattered across the walls and the clutter in the cafe was more comforting than overwhelming. A lady, who worked behind the counter, sat at the table next to us playing cards with a friend. People sat glued to their laptops, working on work and school assignments. Others nestled into the black leather couches with a book to read. Laura and I? We had a delicious plate of cheesy fries and white raspberry hot chocolates. Warm and sweet, white raspberry hot chocolate is in fact deceiving; it hardly tasted like chocolate.

Nonetheless, it was refreshing to walk around, talk, catch up and hang out off campus for three hours even with the shuttle time confusions and whatnot.

But, it is time to crack down. Or maybe it is time to hit Clarke's again and find a remedy to the busy workload.