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

Serendipity is...

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.

Uncertainty is the epitome of my life right now. I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. It's both terrifying and exciting to think that the college decisions will begin trickling out soon. I took a risk with my common app essay, and there's no turning back.

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!

Story of My Life

Acrylic; for book project on Sister Carrie (I highly recommend it) a couple years ago; reference photo.
My violin; will be rehearsing and performing over 25 hours this week for two concerts.
Kung Fu Panda flash drive...need I say more?
I miss summer.
Study buddy--custom candle from Candle Lab.
Decadent, unique chocolates.
How I miss it...if all goes well, I'll be clear to run again later this week!

I had an inkling of thought as I biked purposefully to my neighborhood park, camera bag across my shoulder and newly thrifted oxfords on my feet. Did I forget--?

I brushed it away. No, of course not. I swore I remembered putting it in my camera bag before I left.

At the park, I hopped off my bike, wheeling it to the bike rack. Unzipping my sturdy black camera bag, I pulled out my trusty DSLR. Huh, it felt a little lighter today. The inkling returned, this time accompanied with dread.

I clicked open the battery compartment. My suspicions were confirmed when I found it empty. I stared for a moment, still dazed at my misfortune. Then, I laughed.

The golden afternoon sun warmed my cheeks as the crisp breeze played with my hair. It was too beautiful of a fall day to be upset. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be today. I would shoot this outfit another time.

I inhaled deeply and contently, savoring the beauty of the seemingly-mundane scene one last moment before hopping onto my bike once again and pedaling home.


That, friends, explains my lack of outfit photos to post on this lovely three day weekend. It just so happens that whenever it's gorgeous outside, I don't have time to take photos or something goes wrong haha. And when I do have time, it's overcast and unappealing out, like it was today. Sigh. So much for that.

But it does make a nice opportunity for me to post some miscellaneous photography I've been wanting to share for awhile. While most are recent, some of these photos go back to a couple years ago!

It's basically my life in 8 photos (8 also happens to be my favorite number). And the eight photo, below, is the first one from my instragram feed! I joined just a few days ago and would be super excited if you checked it out @imperfectidealist!

Four dollars well spent...this is why I love thrift stores.

Hoping to catch up with your beautiful blogs soon! Thank a veteran and have a lovely week in the meantime!


Sweater, Mom's//Skirt, c/o Persunmall//Boots, Mom's//Scarf, grocery store ($2)//Glasses, prescription RayBan

The final movement. The triumphant fanfare of the brass builds my adrenaline. Violin on my knee and bow in hand, I perch on the very edge of my seat in anticipation for our entrance. I hear the familiar melody. It's time.

My heart soars as jubilant notes emerge from our instruments. The strings converse with the winds and brass then we join together to produce, rich, powerful tones. Our bows fly with intense tremelo. The single note builds until we can play no louder. With mighty, fluid motions our conductor signals the finish. The steady rhythm of his white baton ceases. We do not move, still reveling in the echo of the final note.

But our vivid world of music beyond the stretches of reality begins to fade. Our conductor's hands fall slowly to rest at his sides. The spell is broken. We sink back into our chairs, exhaling in exhaustion. But we are perfectly content.

This is what music is about.

I promised to describe orchestra for you in my last post, and this scene from my youth orchestra was one of the most powerful I have ever experienced. This orchestra may be the greatest music challenge I have ever encountered with its intimidatingly difficult music, but it is so fulfilling.

Whew, it's been quite a while since I've last posted! Orchestra, of course, is one thing that's keeping me busy, but it's definitely not the only one. I really hate to go an entire month without a post, but those college apps were calling. I'm happy to say I was able to submit two last Tuesday!

I knew I had to get this post published on a Saturday because, well, the cat skirt on Saturday can only mean Caturday! I unfortunately can't take credit for the cute term--one of my fashionable classmates with a penchant for clothes with cats on them came up with it and I absolutely loved it.

The problem with posting infrequently is that if you wear the same item in a post, it looks like you wear it all the time! I wore this only one post ago, but I promise that while I do love this skirt, I restrain myself from wearing it more than once a week haha.

And as for this hairstyle, it's super easy. I just took a thin braided black headband and twisted a two-inch section through it, adding more hair as I went. If you know how to curl your hair with the headband method, this is the same thing but I only used half my hair for a half-up, half-down style.

It's funny how so much can happen in a month. My final cross country season has ended, for one. It unfortunately didn't end on the best note--I got injured in the last weeks and couldn't compete with my team at districts and regionals. It was peroneal tendonitis, an overuse injury, so if anything, I've learned that I need to take it a little easier in the off seasons and not run so much! While it was devastating at first, one injury doesn't compromise an entire season. My coaches told me to take a look at my entire career; my growth as a runner is still just as valuable to me and my high school seasons were still incredible experiences.

This reaffirms my belief that the journey is more important than the final destination. I may have not ended where I wished, but I still have learned many vital life skills through running. The perseverance. The goal-setting. The teamwork. The leadership. The having a heck of a time with teammates who should be called sisters. My high school cross country career has come to an end, but my journey as a runner is far from over.

There's a local half-marathon in the spring that I'm eyeing. And perhaps a full marathon sometime after that. After some rest and cross-training, I'll be back. I'll be back with no shortage of enthusiasm and resolve to chase down my dreams.

P.S. This song is incredibly inspiring. Skip the French in the first few seconds--it's from a French radio station but the song is very American. Also, I've been keeping up with all your blogs, but couldn't comment with everything going on. I promise to reply to your lovely notes soon, but in the meantime, enjoy what's left of Caturday and the beautiful fall!


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