Blazer, Kohl's//Top c/o Fiigirl//Skirt c/o Persunmall//Tights, Vera Wang//Shoes, thrifted//Belt, Forever 21//Bow, Rire Boutique//Ring, c/o Persunmall
Hearing your favorite song on the radio. Opening a book to the right page. Stumbling upon something you thought you'd never see again. Running into friends at the grocery store. Finding the brown oxfords of your dreams at a thrift store. Discovering that your college interviewer pursued a career that you're interested in.
Serendipity is not: forgeting your camera battery at home on a gorgeous day and remembering it on a bone-chilling one.
My frozen fingers and quivering body adamantly protested as I shed my fuzzy gloves and indigo peacoat. I wistfully observed a lone, bundled up woman with her furry black dog as they briskly walked by.
"Are you cold?" She quipped.
I mustered a friendly laugh. "Just a little."
#fashionbloggerprobs: winter in the Midwest. But cold weather aside, I'm glad to be posting again. Sigh. The things we do for blogging. We're really crazy. But let's call it dedication (;
Back to serendipity. Other than plowing through three orchestra concerts in one week, hacking away at piles of schoolwork, easing back into running from my injury, putting finishing touches on more college apps, and catching up with friends, I also was preparing for my first college interview.
And it just so happened that the lady was a lawyer. It was almost like finding out that my group leader at cross country camp a few months ago was bound for one of my top-choice schools.
It's nice to finally know what the interview process is like. It was much more casual than I expected (though I'm sure it varies from person to person) and I like talking, so it wasn't too scary. And lucky me, I was able to learn more about pursuing law! The prospect intrigues me, but I'm still stuck in the limbo of uncertainty. Just the other day, I was thinking how nice it would be to be a teacher since they still have summer breaks and I want to travel a lot; it was a shallow reason. There's much more to a career than its breaks (or lack thereof). But I believe that as long as I study what I love (humanities, anyone?), it'll lead me to a career that I can love too.
I wrote my college essay about poop. Yeah, you read that right. Okay, well not really. I mentioned poop in my essay.
It was about running thirteen miles with my running buddy at cross country camp. You remember the story if you read my posts from the summer. We were determined to go over ten miles without stopping that day for the first time, but it was just my luck that I really had to poop at mile five. I almost surrendered and planned to stop at the general store to use the bathroom, but I couldn't bring myself to give up. Long story short, it was an essay about perseverance. About my running journey--from not being able to run at all to running thirteen miles. About how I think. About my unquenchable thirst to achieve. About how my running mentality is also my approach to life.
I really hope they get the idea. It was a slightly risky essay because of one line of dialogue mentioning poop, but it was the only essay that felt right. It was unapologetically me.
I figure that when I go to college, my entire self is going to that college, so I want to be able to paint that portrait. And if they don't want me, quirks and all, then the college probably wasn't a good fit.
Even if I am rejected, perhaps it made the admissions officers laugh a little. Perhaps it brightened the long, arduous process of evaluating countless applications.
I've decided to calm down a little, because whatever is meant to be will happen. Everything is out of my hands after I click the red submit button. I'm little wary of the "oh, it just wasn't meant to be attitude" because it allows us to be lazy. Didn't get the score you wanted on that test? Oh, it just wasn't meant to be. I can stop trying. See what I mean?
There's a fine balance to walk. In some cases, perhaps it really wasn't meant to be if you gave all your effort but still fell short. And if you really did give 100%, then that is intrinsically satisfying, regardless of outcome. And you know me--if the opportunity arises, I try again, or fuel disappointment into achieving something greater. But for some things, it's best to let go. Another delicate balance.
I believe in a certain degree of fate, or what I like to call God's plan. I like to think that we steer our own ships, but each of our ships has a purpose for its existence. Tempests may throw us off course, but we'll find a way to sail smoothly towards our dreams, our purpose. It's all pretty convoluted and sometimes I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore.
Just a few thoughts. I suppose I should actually talk about fashion now haha. I finally did find the elusive perfect pair of brown oxfords I had wanted for months, and at a pretty price too!
It appears as if I'm sponsored up to my eyeballs, but in all reality, it's simply my lack of posting lately. This bright yellow skirt from Persunmall has since become one of my favorites and this colorful outfit as well. If the weather is cold, at least I can wear warm colors!
Well, I'm off to go practice some violin. Below is a guitar version of a melody from a beautiful symphony I played a couple weeks ago. I'll pay some visits to all your lovely blogs in the next few days.
Have a cozy, happy Thanksgiving. I'm grateful for all of you!