Stress may actually be the one thing we can all relate to these days. Feminist.com's Marianne Schnall's been thinking about that lately.
51% Show # 1140
When I speak to people these days, I am struck by how overwhelmed and busy we are all feeling. It seems as though our responsibilities keep mounting, as do the constant inputs that can now reach us 24 hours a day, through emails, the Internet, our cell phones, Facebook messages and more. The combination of a sense of too much to do combined with too much coming at us can leave us feeling stressed and drained. I should know: with a new book out, two kids and all my work from my freelance writing career and running two web sites, my to-do list and email in-box seem endless. Creating balance in our lives can feel just like "another thing to do." Yet it is during busy times like these that it is most important to prioritize breaks for ourselves, to remember to "be" rather than to "do" all the time, to actually be present in our lives, to pay attention to and nurture our inner worlds with just as much attention as we do our outer worlds, and carve out some quality, self-nourishing time for silence and stillness. There are many benefits to doing this, not just for our mental and physical health and well-being but for our own effectiveness in all aspects of our work and lives.
There are so many inputs coming at us at all hours of the day, and it is easy to be over-stimulated and live life on auto-pilot, operating on knee-jerk reactions, just to get things done. Yet, oftentimes it can be better in the long run to take a few centered breaths, or even wait overnight before responding to an important email that requires thoughtful consideration or reflection. Or, if you are having a problem that you just can't figure out no matter how much you dwell on it, take a break and try meditating, taking a shower or a walk in nature, and maybe the answer will come to you. It is in those moments of non-doing, non-thinking that we can often hear those important whisperings from deep within us. Creative ideas, our intuition, inner guidance and inspiration can come to us during those quiet times. No one else can do this for us; creating balance is something we ourselves need to prioritize and make time for ourselves.
It is especially important to also convey to our children the value of quiet time and the importance of "unplugging" occasionally. Believe me, as a BlackBerry addict who never goes anywhere without it, and everyone around me lives with the constant buzz, I know how hard this can be. Yet our children are becoming just as addicted as we are to their gadgets, preferring to spend hours on the Internet, on their computer games or watching television rather than in the outdoors, chatting on Facebook or sending out thousands of texts to their friends rather than seeing them in person. There are alarming studies about how all this time children spend on their computers and computer games are impacting the development of their brain and their social skills. So moms and dads should try hard to occasionally, purposefully -- if they can find it within themselves to do it -- set an example and get off Facebook and turn off their own BlackBerrys and iPhones and give their children the gift of focused time, where they are truly present, not just to model these behaviors but because we are sacrificing precious moments with our loved ones that we will never get back. No email message or Facebook chat will ever be able to live up to a meaningful conversation, a smile, a touch, a hug or a shared activity with those we love.
The world spins so fast these days, with a hurricane of news coming at us all the time creating a sensory overload, and we all have so many concerns that we have to tend to and worry about in our own lives and so many serious problems in the world that we face. And it is in times of great stress when we are in survival mode, when it is most important to stop and take a few deep breaths every once and a while, pay attention to how we are feeling, be thankful for what we have, and to enjoy life, so we can recharge ourselves and be better able to face the challenges of our lives with strength, clarity and grace. We need to pause and reflect on what is truly meaningful and ponder the mystery and magic of our lives. We need to keep in mind that technology has many benefits, but the latest technology also holds many dangerous temptations to turn us into our machines, to farther disconnect us from our natural environment and each other. Taking care of ourselves and being present for our own lives and nurturing our inner life within is one of the most important gifts we can give to ourselves, the world and those we love.
This commentary originally aired on 51% Show # 1140
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I don’t know how to start this post. I don’t know if I’ll get my thoughts and emotions out the way I want or feel exactly… but I feel the need to express myself.
I was that type of person that read the news everyday until it no longer became news to me. I no longer care about what I read on the news. By care I mean it no longer surprises me. I feel that I have established this part of me that I don’t normally do, repressing issues. I read the news and then it goes to that part of my mind that I don’t want to face. I don’t do this with my own personal life and feelings because I know it’s not good for you. But I found myself doing this for when I read the news.
I am a person that deeply cares. I genuinely care for everyone’s safety and life. When I hear terrible news, I emotionally feel hurt. I got tired of feeling this way, so I guess I just shut it out.
When I read about the Israeli/Palestinian conflicts, and see lives on both sides being taken, my heart cries.
When I hear about bombs that went off and killed however number of people at whichever place, my heart cries
When I read about animals dying because of human’s stupidity, my heart cries.
When I read women crying out and demanding justice because they’ve been sexual abused and raped while their abuser is out free or not being treated the way they should be, my heart cries.
When I read someone decided to go shoot 50 people at a gay club, my heart cries.
I do care… I do… but it doesn’t surprise me anymore. It no longer holds that factor in me. But there is one thing that does…fear. When I read everything overtime, I get this huge sense of fear. And that’s scary. So I decide to repress it… what I don’t acknowledge won’t affect me right? Wrong.
I live in a city where you constantly hear sirens. There was a time a year ago I blocked them out because it was city noise. I became use to it. It wasn’t until after the Paris attacks that I noticed something change about me…every time I hear a lot of sirens, I feel as if something big happened. I immediately get scared and search on the news to see if anything happened in the city… but nothing shows up. I search as if I am expecting bad terrible news.
I am in a constant state of fear. Waiting for something bad to happen. I am in a constant state of fear that I may get raped as I walk home to or from work. I am in constant fear that someone will set off a bomb in my city. I am in constant fear.
I talk how important it is to not let media control the way you think and act… but I never knew how strong it can be towards your subconscious. You can’t avoid everything.
I don’t want to make this post about me… and it truly isn’t. I believe that the common factor here is the toll terrorism has. To those who inflect it, to those who amplify it, and to those who receive it. It’s scary to think that terror runs this world and how some people just run with it.
I do not experience violence in my daily life. I can’t truly understand the meaning of terrorism without experiencing first hand myself. But at the same time I don’t have to. Terror is a source of power… it is a form of propaganda, a tool and a weapon.
People march and sing peace on earth whenever a tragedy has happen. I’m sick of it. I wish to express my condolences to every event that has happen but I feel that it’s not enough. Even writing this post isn’t enough. It’s just me venting.
My heart and prayers goes out to everyone in this world that is or has been affect by violence, terror and fear.
But just because terror and fear exist, it doesn’t mean we are not strong. That I am not strong. I wake up everyday with a smile on my face to go face my fears. I can only pray that those that do go through darkness everyday manage to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Peace may not be achievable in this world, but having inner peace is.


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DEUS EX MACHINA: PROMETHEUS
In my latest critic of The Cabin in the Woods, I have vigorously emphasized how I felt let down by its supposedly radical ending; therefore judging as excessive the hype generated by the promotional campaign of the film. This unnecessary fuss bugged me but I got over it. It is not like I had waited for this movie like it was the Second Coming. And to be fair, they did not market it as such. Contrary to PROMETHEUS.Read More »
The way it had been promoted did not only lead me to believe that I was going to see a cinematographic masterpiece; but also that something incredibly important about life itself would be revealed to me. This sounds corny but if books can be the vectors of essential revelations why films could not act as such too?


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As you may or may not have guessed, we decided to focus on Valentine's Day. This holiday has given us a rather fucked look
at what many of us consider "love." This marketing of such emotion (and the exploitation of loneliness requisite
within) has probably created a time of depression second only to the Christmas season. Being as I have never been in a relationship
or even actually dated anybody, the focus here will be on that angle rather than more experience fuckups in love, romance
and all that shit.
As I have mentioned earlier, I have yet to be in a relationship with someone of either gender. I say this not for the
sake of pity, but rather as a vantage point from which I view things between people. For me, the appearance of events where
a date is suggested are fucking nightmares to even think about. Luckily, I don't have to worry about these events happening
Maybe it's that I'm a "painfully shy weirdo" (to quote cartoonist R Crumb) underneath all my outward obnoxiousness.
Maybe it's my wanting to relate equally without excuses. Either way, I've seemed to have voided myself as boyfriend material
with most women I meet. They usually seem to be taken, celibate, lesbian or some combination of the above.
One aftermath of my failures in love is that I tend to end up friends with the women who shoot me down. For example,
the person I wrote about in issue seven I consider to be a dear friend. Another person (who I haven't heard from in a while)
put up with me and all my shit, and still was willing to be my friend. Both of these women revolutionized my life and took
me places I would have never gone on my own.
Another factor entering into my confusion is that the standards by which I judge beauty have undergone a "radical
makeover" recently (no pun intended). Things like makeup and perfume, which many men consider to be attractive, strike
little interest in me. The older I get, the more I look at a whole person rather than the outward appearance. That doesn't
mean I don't look twice when I see a woman who'll "make a dead man come" (to steal from the Rolling Stones, who
stole the line from '30s blues singer Lucille Bogan). What it means is that a conversation and who a person is strikes me
as real beauty, not cosmetics. All of these changes mentally makes a person who is already lost and confused by the whole
meat market atmosphere of bars even more hopeless in such a situation.
It's easy for a person to say, "Someday you'll find the right person." However, while that may be true, it
appears to me too often to be a polite way of telling you to shut up and not depress them. I tend to be cynical on this point
since one out of every two marriages end in divorce, [as] our national loneliness has made a rise in the number of 1-900 phone
sex lines [and] personal ads tend to hype people beyond who they really are. Maybe it's just my own hopes being dashed, but
I sometimes feel that most of us have been cheated at what we call "love."
As I get older, I'm slowly learning not to get too depressed at this situation. I'm also aware that it could very well
change tomorrow. However, my luck tends to dictate to be thankful for my friends and to believe (really believe, not this
watered down 12 step shit) in my own accomplishments.
I'm getting less tolerant of the "Girlfriend mentality" prevalent in our society. This mentality tells women
to be quiet, that their looks are more important than who they are inside, and that the opinions of men are more important
than their own. This pisses me off mondo, as it increases any socio-political differences between genders and helps little
outside of an already fucked status quo. Sadly, this subservience is considered by many to be "romantic" as the
rules of this game continue to be as appearance oriented as the 1980s.
Where does the individual fit into all this? He or she doesn't. Where does the honest expression of emotion and affection
fit into this game? They don't.
Instead, increased conformity to a beauty standard has become expected for women. While not as rigid for men, the standards
still exist here also. [In addition], standards of expected behavior for both sexes remain rigid as women are raised to be
quiet and men get forced a diet of machismo that also inevitably leads to violent behavior.
There are few solid answers to the problems of how "love" fucks us over. Hopefully, these pages should reflect
a view that many wish to avoid. My guess is that we're going to be worse off until we stop lying to each other and begin
treating each other as human beings. Sadly this is easier said than done, as it requires massive introspection and a new
look at our own behavior. It requires us to listen to the other person and to realize the same games lead us nowhere. Until
then, I guess MRR columnist Christeen was right when she said that LOVE IS FUCKED.
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I've waited many years to be happy on Mother's Day. To not want to stay under the covers. To be able to face the joy that my friends and family were experiencing on their first Mother's Day with their brand new babes, or their excitement as they were looking at their protruding bellies and be happy for them. Truly happy for them. I feel joy, but I should be happy. I've got a perfect little boy who has been talking about the perfect Mother's Day gift for weeks. I am a mom.
I can't help but have a heavy heart today. I want to only feel the joy, but I keep thinking of all the women who are still waiting to feel this joy. The women who want to be happy for the women in their lives with new babies, or babies on the way, but are so burdened with their own sorrow, that they will have to fake it. I can't help but think about the women who will never get to raise their children. The women who make the most difficult decision that nobody should ever have to make. Today and tomorrow I will be thinking and hoping for these women. May they get through another day where women are celebrated for having children. May they get through another day where they will undoubtedly think about the children that they no longer get to parent.


Plasmonic nanoparticles are particles whose electron density can couple with electromagnetic. It logically follows that the resonance conditions for these equations is reached when the denominator is around zero such that. For nanoparticles, localized surface plasmon oscillations can give rise to the intense colors of suspensions or sols containing the nanoparticles.
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This unique volume provides a broad introduction to plasmon resonances in nanoparticles and their novel applications. These resonant oscillations are known as surface plasmons. For small (~30nm) monodisperse gold nanoparticles the surface plasmon resonance phenomona . Gold Nanoparticles – Historical Perspective; Gold Nanoparticles – Surface Plasmon Resonance; Gold Nanoparticles – Surface Plasmon . Basics of localized surface plasmon resonance (LSPR) of gold nanoparticles due to collective oscillation of surface electrons with incident light at a specific . The plasmon resonances of metallic nanoparticles have received considerable attention for their applications in nanophotonics, biology, . The surface plasmon resonance, a unique phenomenon to plasmonic (noble metal) nanoparticles leads to strong electromagnetic fields on the particle surface . Table of contents: Plasmonic Nanoparticles Plasmonics Tutorial Modeling.
This video explains what Surface Plasmon Resonance technology is, how.
Gold nanoparticles with diameters of ± nm have been synthesize using the. Localized surface plasmon resonances in noble metal nanoparticles cause enhanced optical absorption and scattering that is tunable through the visible and . Ag nanoparticles were fabricated by sandwiching a Ag thin film ( – nm thick). The localized surface-plasmon resonance (SPR) excited in noble-metal . We report experimental and theoretical analysis of the plasmonic resonances of Al nanoparticles and nanorods. Ordered nanoparticle arrays with well-defined . Spectral response of plasmon resonant nanoparticles with a non-regular shape.
Gold nanoparticles-based localized surface plasmon resonance scattering analysis method for . We study the blueshift of the surface plasmon (SP) resonance energy of isolated. Dynamic modifications to the plasmon resonance of a metallic nanoparticle . Gold thin film of 610nm thickness was deposited on the glass slide and absorption spectra were measured in UV-Vis range. The surface plasmon resonance (SPR) of silver nanoparticles (AgNPs) was studied with the discrete dipole approximation considering different shapes, sizes, . The surface plasmon resonance (SPR) effect of metal nanoparticles (NPs) can be an effective way to improve the extraction of light produced . Localized surface plasmon resonance (LSPR) spectroscopy of metal- lic nanoparticles is.
Shape and size dependence of the surface plasmon resonance of gold nanoparticles studied by. To deeply analyze this phenomenon, plasmon-resonant Raman scattering was.


From Jim Sterne, in last night’s Sterne Measure’s enewsletter:
The End of Haiku
The most wonderful poems
Contest ends tonight
Can be earned through poetry
Write the best haiku
Come to eMetrics for free
Deadline at midnight
Send your haiku to Jim at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I’ve sent in my first haiku entry.
Here’s my second, on the theme actionable metrics. A much shorter version of long-standing advice to web analysts not count web traffic hits or be paralyzed by lack of about accuracy. Use ratios and trends to ratchet up online marketing performance, and you’ll be a star:
Hits? Useless you know.
Accurate numbers? A dream.
Ratios? Trends? Love ‘em!
Remember, deadline at midnight today.
UPDATE – Winner Announced:
Congratulations to Tom Miller, winner of the eMetrics Haiku contest.
> See all Tom’s Haiku and honourable mentions.


For the past two years, I’ve chronicled my life as a missionary. Time to say goodbye! Continue reading
So, I’m moving in five days.
From Missouri to Wisconsin, with a pitstop in Nashville for Elle’s bachelorette extravaganza.
I have moved many, many times. To dorm rooms and college apartments and intern housing and a place in New Orleans with a black-and-white checkered floor. None of them—not a single one—have ever quite felt like home, although New Orleans came pretty dang close there for a while. H-o-m-e always meant my mom and dad’s house, with my creamsicle orange bedroom and DVR’d episodes of the Kardashians. Where the pop-tarts run aplenty and the Diet Coke is fully stocked. Madison, that sweet city, with it’s endless stretches of lake and homemade ice cream and free-range everything: it makes my heart beat.
Some people thrive in transitions, and some people turn into sobbing messes. I’m somewhere in the middle. I act stoic when I say goodbye and then listen to The Oh Hellos while I drive away and cry.
There’s so much GOOD to look forward to. Living in Wisconsin, getting married, a new apartment above a coffee shop. But there’s so many good things I’m leaving behind, too. In Missouri, and as a #mish. If you can look at tomorrow with no fear in your heart, congratulations: you are not me.
But here’s the bottom-line, at the end of the day: the sadder you are to leave people and places, the more you loved them. The more you should be grateful for them. Those pages will turn and that sun will set and rise again, and we keep dancing on, from place to place to place to place. The stars are our map. Jesus is our trail guide. We will lose our way. We will find it again.
I’ve had a really, really great week. Some snapshots of these people I love:
…or at least it should be! I haven’t taken as many pictures this year, mainly because Mizzou is a huge journalism school and there are so many talented photographers always snapping pics. Friday night, Newman held a fiesta-themed fundraiser for … Continue reading
Y’all, I have quite a treat today. My dear friend Catie, a mish at Mankato in Minnesota, is sharing her complicated, layered story on battling anxiety and coming to terms with God. Her honesty is beautiful. If you’re interested in contributing a guest post to my new website, launching May 14, please shoot me an email here.
Near the end of the movie American Sniper, Bradley Cooper’s character, Iraq war veteran and Navy SEAL Chris Kyle, is sitting in his living room. Gunshots, yelling, and chaos are heard, and we, the audience, assume Kyle is watching television. The camera pans around the room, revealing only a blank wall. It is then that we catch the first glimpse of the inner turmoil that plagues Kyle. He gets up, walks out of the house to the backyard, to his son’s birthday party. His son is enjoying the sunny day, playing with his friends. As viewers, we sense the relaxed, fun atmosphere. Then, Kyle’s emotions are tangibly felt through the screen. Again, we view the party, but this time through Kyle’s eyes. He is on high alert, seeing even the friendly family dog as a threat. A birthday party is no longer a light-hearted event; something disastrous can happen at any moment, and Kyle cannot help but be on constant guard. To the outside world, there is little to be anxious about. To Kyle, struggling with posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), an illness in a class of anxiety disorders, it is as if everyone is dancing around land mines. Director Clint Eastwood nearly perfectly enthralls us into Kyle’s mind, immediately sensing the false urgency. We know there is no real threat, but we can’t help but feel threatened.
As someone with an anxiety disorder, I deeply connected with that simple scene. Eastwood and Cooper did a fantastic job at portraying the way individuals with anxiety disorder perceive the world compared to what is ‘actually’ happening. Finally, someone was able to explain to the rest of the world what goes through my mind. The sense of panic, the invisible threat, the worst case scenario, the way two people can be in the same setting, but have very different experiences. Dear rest of the world, this is what it is like for those of us who are battling far more than you see.
However, I don’t consider myself a victim, though I used to. I’m not embarrassed to take medicine for my illness, though I used to be. And finally, I’m not scared to share about it, although I would say I am more guarded. I cannot attribute any of this growth to my own doing. It is all through Jesus Christ, who gives me the strength to carry this cross with both joy and dignity. This post is the fruit of hours of prayer, months of encouragement, and years of anxiety. To share this message with you is an incredible gift. I’ll walk you through my journey, the struggles, and the ultimate joy I’ve encountered now, especially serving as a full-time Catholic missionary. I hope this blog will encourage those of you who have an anxiety disorder, and bring light to those who don’t. Most importantly, I desire for you to know the love Christ has for you personally, despite whatever you think is too big for him to love you through.
I am the daughter of two very loving parents from a stable, middle-class Catholic home. We went to church most Sundays, and prayed before meals and bedtime. There were few things I had to worry about as a child. The phrase, “I’m bored,” also never passed my lips. How could I be bored, when there was so much to explore? Walking through our small woods in the backyard became an epic adventure, thrills lurking around every tree. That same imagination was also my demise, crafting grand disasters in my head (One of my biggest fears was that someone would drive by our house, through a match on our driveway, and start our house on fire- my family jokes about that now). Overall, though, it wasn’t anything to be concerned about, just a healthy little girl enjoying the world around her. High school certainly presented more challenges (And don’t worry, I grew out of the match-on-the-driveway fear), but even through that I remained pretty grounded. With fabulous friends, excellent grades, and living life as a top athlete, I had a really beautiful life, and I was extraordinarily happy. Faith wasn’t central to my life, but it certainly played a part.
Then college hit. The pressures to do well in my pre-medicine classes, to perform every day on the track as a collegiate varsity athlete, develop friendships and keep the relationship I was in healthy, all at once, took a toll. I found myself wearing thin, crying more, and thirsting for happiness. I wasn’t praying like I used to, and I didn’t take the effort to live my life in the way God wanted to lead me. Still, I wouldn’t say I had an anxiety disorder yet. My worries weren’t out of proportion. I had genuine reasons to be sad- missing my family, friends, old teammates, and the drastic changes from living at home to living in a college dorm were difficult for me to process.
By sophomore year, life became more balanced. I loved my roommates, was doing very well in school, was slowly taking steps to grow in my faith, and was consistently racing well. Finally, for the first time in a year, I finally felt like myself again. However, that wouldn’t be for long. Two major events would soon become pivotal landmarks in my life.
Finals had just finished after my sophomore year, and I was in my last race of the season. In the lead the whole way, I grinned as I neared the finish line. I was only 100 meters away when I realized something was very wrong. My muscles weren’t moving like they usually did, and I gasped for more oxygen. Collapsing at the finish line, I was eventually taken to the hospital. There I received a terrifying diagnosis: my kidneys had completely failed. For a week, I was becoming weaker, with no diagnosis or treatment. And then, one night, God healed me. The doctors had no explanation as to why I was better, just that I was, and I was able to go home.
Just three months after my hospital stay, I survived yet another rare threat on my life: a plane crash. I was in a four-person seaplane in Minnesota when we crashed into a small swamp. Again, miraculously, God saved my life. As I laid on a hospital bed yet again that summer, God clearly spoke to me, telling me to be a leader in my faith. It was that moment I realized I needed to work on living life totally for him.
These two events triggered two major chain reactions. I plunged deeper into my faith, but also experienced, for the first time, what it was like to have deep anxiety. It is common for individuals with a genetic predisposition to generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) to have it ‘flare up’ either in their twenties, or after traumatic life events. I had the double whammy.
It wasn’t an immediate change. I tried to adjust to life post-two-near-death-experiences, settling into a relatively smooth rhythm. But slowly, I noticed subtle changes as the fall semester wore on. I was excessively stressed, but I justified my stress with the fact that I did have a lot to be stressed about. I was more irritable, but I figured it was just because I was tired. I would be sad, confused, and angry, all at the same time, but thought I was just being overdramatic. It felt as if a gorilla was sitting on my chest as I tried to sleep at night, suffocating me. My thoughts constantly wandered, and focusing in class was near impossible. Loneliness crept in, and I felt extremely isolated from the ‘outside world’.
It was the changes in my gratitude to God that indicated to me that something might be wrong. Following the plane crash, my faith wavered but remained a constant. I still attended mass weekly, and began attending a bible study. One day, a priest asked us to share in our small group one good thing from the week, and I remember literally not being able to think of anything. Mind you, I was a doing well in track, got to see my family at nearly every track meet, and was doing well academically. This was when I noticed something might be wrong. I thought I was just being ungrateful to God for his abundant blessings, and that tore me apart. I wrote often in my journal, telling God that I wanted so badly to enjoy all the good things He had given me, but I didn’t know how.
Ironically, I was a mentor for students with mental disorders, and for the past two years the ladies I served both had anxiety. I was fully aware of the signs of an anxiety disorder, and started to notice that I was the one now experiencing the symptoms. I almost started to feel like a hypocrite as I guided these students, and yet did nothing about my own problem. Slowly, I sank deeper into a pit of ignorance and denial, while at the same time drowning in my anxieties.
Thank Jesus for a fantastic friend who had anxiety and encouraged me to see a doctor as I explained to her all that was happening. It took me forever to make that call. While I so desperately wanted to be healed, I didn’t want to admit I had a mental disease. In my mind, I had always been put together. Here I was, having to acknowledge that I was falling apart.
When I finally made the call, the doctor sent me to see a counselor first. I felt so ashamed on the walk to student Health Services. In the building, I hid my face, not wanting others to know I was there to see a *gasp* counselor. But as my name was called to go to the counselor’s office, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I may find peace of mind once again.
The counselor was fantastic, and asked many questions regarding what I enjoy, what my daily life looks like, what events I run in track, everything, without being pushy. He dug deeper, asking about how I react to certain events, why I knew I needed to talk to someone about this. After an hour, my counselor confirmed what I was afraid of: I had generalized anxiety disorder (GAD). It was a strange dichotomy-I was both embarrassed and relieeved to hear that I actually was ill.
Before I put myself into a very small box and make it seem as though this is a rare disease, I want to be clear. Anxiety disorders are unfortunately not uncommon in the United States. Forty million adults, that’s 18% of all Americans over the age of 18, are affected with an anxiety disorder (stats can be found here). Unfortunately, according to the Anxiety and Depression Association of America, only a third of those suffering from anxiety disorders seek treatment. That’s a lot of people struggling without aid, and it breaks my heart, because I know the beauty that comes from receiving help. There are many different kinds of anxiety disorders, just as there are many different classes of disease that can make you nauseous or have a headache. These disorders encompass a wide range, including GAD, PTSD, social anxiety, and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
When I was diagnosed, I instantly feared the way the world would see me. Despite commonality, there’s still such a stigma around the term ‘mental illness.’ Would people think I was strange? Would I be treated differently? Only a handful of people were trusted with my diagnosis. I didn’t even tell my family until nearly a year later. Up until that point, I always saw those with mental illness as somehow damaged, like they couldn’t fit in to the daily grind of life and all that comes with it. And yet, there I was, living life. How was I to make sense of this all?
My counselor gave me many cognitive behavior therapy exercises, which basically means he suggested different ways of viewing things and ways to step out of my anxiety when it hit. It was now summer, life was more relaxed, and I was able to handle the lower level of anxiety with these exercises. Sure, it would ‘flare up,’ but never to the extent it had been during the school year. I started to think I was healed. Perhaps all I needed was to be guided on healthy ways of dealing with anxiety, and I was fine. I stopped going to see my counselor, thinking I had received the help I needed.
It turned out I was not healed. Senior year started, and along with it came downpours of anxiety storms. Things that normally caused me slight stress were causing me to fixate and run circles in my brain. All the while, small decisions seemed nearly impossible to make, because I was so exhausted from trying to figure out the big issues. I knew I my fears weren’t reasonable, but I felt helpless to combat them.
The hallmark of GAD is that the anxiety isn’t over any one thing in particular. Anxiety may be triggered by an upcoming exam, but it hangs around even after the test. I’d sit in my room, heart pounding, on edge, with a mind that was racing in no specific direction. Imagine you are trying to relax while sitting in a room with ten televisions, all turned on, playing different programs, at the loudest volume. This was my life, and the ‘noise’ from my brain was unbearable. I’d even go so far as to describe it as crippling.
I’ll never forget the day I realized it was time to go back to my counselor. The noise in my mind had become so loud; it was if a speaker finally blew. All of the sudden, silence. But it wasn’t a good silence. I was standing in our student lounge, and looked around. It felt as though I was having an out of body experience. I knew where I was, but I felt, and wanted to be, invisible. The quiet scared me, because it wasn’t from peace. It was if I was being smothered, and couldn’t scream out. Immediately, I called for an appointment.
After explaining to a counselor what had happened, she gently said, “I recommend you make an appointment with your doctor. I think it’s time you seek medication.” For the second time in this journey, I was both relieved to know I’d be receiving help, but also horribly embarrassed. Was I so far gone that my only hope was to be medicated? Or did I not actually need medication, and was making a bigger deal out of something that I could fix, or ‘pray away’? Most important, did accepting medication mean that I had stopped trusting in God?
Along with emotional hesitations about taking medication, I also had scientific reservations. As a pre-medicine student who hoped to prescribe medications one day only as a last resort, I wasn’t really on board with the idea of pumping more chemicals into my body. I knew full well the side effects of the possible medications I would be put on, and I wasn’t sure if I was willing to put that on myself. In my days as a nursing assistant, I frequently gave similar medications to my patients, and heard many complaints from them of how these medicines affected their moods and personalities. I had never doubted the brevity and existence of mental illnesses such as depression and anxiety, but I thought these were diseases that in most cases shouldn’t be treated with medication. Finding myself at the point that I thought should only be a last resort was an extremely humbling experience.
Fortunately, I had a fantastic doctor who walked with me every step of the way. When I didn’t like how a medication made me feel, she instantly changed my prescription. Together, we found medicine that didn’t diminish my personality- just freed me from excessive anxiety. There aren’t enough words to describe how liberated I felt. Seriously. To be fully alive and present in the moment once more was a gift. I could have a conversation, and really listen to the other person without having a thousand things racking my brain. My focus was back, and I enjoyed going to classes because I could now actually learn instead of panic about the million things zooming through my mind. I didn’t feel the need to justify every small decision I made, or stew over them for hours later.
The greatest freedom was in the gratitude I finally felt once more. For so long, I hadn’t been able to authentically thank God for anything. I would attempt, and try, but it always seemed to be forced and untruthful. The last thing I wanted was to lie to Jesus, but I also knew how deserving he was of my thankfulness. Never again do I take feelings of gratitude for granted. What a gift it is to be able to recognize blessings.
A friend told me a story that especially helped me grapple with the faith hesitations I had had:
“There once was a man out sailing on the ocean. His boat capsized, and he was left clinging to a life raft and would die if he were not soon saved. He prayed and asked God to save his life. A few hours later, a fishing boat saw him struggling. The captain of the boat invited the suffering man to come aboard, and they would take him to safety. The sailor, expecting a miracle, or an angel, or some grand act of God, refused the help, saying, ‘God will save me.’”
God sometimes works miracles. Most of the time, though, he veils himself and his good works in the simple acts of kindness of others, and gifts to better our circumstances. In this story, God had drawn the fishing boat captain to notice the drifting sailor, and it was out of God’s kindness that the captain invited the sailor aboard. Yet, because the rescue was not in the form the sailor anticipated, he instead let his saving grace pass on by.
Of all my hesitations and qualms, the biggest fear I had was that I was ‘quitting my trust’ with God by taking medicine. Jesus Christ is the Prince of Peace. I realized that without being medicated, I could not find peace. Did that mean I didn’t trust fully in Christ’s ability to grant peace? This story helped me to say, no. Instead, I found myself thanking God for gifting humans with knowledge to create medications that allowed me to once again feel like the person I was created to be. He could have miraculously freed me from anxiety. Or, he could allow me to continue to battle, knowing the greater good that would come out of my struggle. And oh, how He has blessed me in these past three years.
Now, the majority of my days are free from excessive anxiety. I am so much more balanced than I was during college, praise Jesus. There are definitely still strings of days, even weeks, where my anxiety becomes unbearable. However, I know the signs to look for, and I also know how to battle through them. I’m more in tune with myself, and that’s a gift. Generally, I can sense the day before my anxiety will ‘hit’, so to speak, and can prepare myself by knowing I’ll need to spend a little more alone time that day, and enjoy a quiet night with some yoga to calm down. Usually, there is a trigger, such as a relationship dispute, but there isn’t always. The unpredictability is certainly tough, but I’ve come to recognize my telltale signs, and able to take steps to diminish the effect.
It is not an easy road, and I certainly wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, but I can honestly say that having GAD and battling through this has made me a better person. My relationship with Christ has been immensely strengthened through this struggle. Recently, I was speaking to a religious sister about my relationship with my anxiety, and she told me she was amazed at how I’ve embraced it. My relationship with God can no longer be one of comfort when my comfort is ripped out beneath me. I am totally, completely dependent on God’s grace during days of intense anxiety. Even just talking to friends is a laborious task. During my bouts of anxiety, it becomes so clear that without Jesus, I am nothing, but with him, “I can do all things through Him who strengthens me (Phil 4:13).”
This has also created opportunities to unite my sufferings with Jesus on the cross. I may not have nail wounds in my hands, but my inner torment bleeds just as much. There’s so much to be said of the power of silent suffering. Because my brokenness isn’t visible on the outside, I can give so much more to Jesus during my anxiety outbreaks. Just as Jesus was alone during his pain and sorrow in the agony in the garden, no one comes rushing to my aid to mend dysfunctional brain chemicals. That gets to be between solely between Jesus and me. It’s our private connection, so much more intimate than merely talking.
There are so many people with chronic illnesses, encountering so much more pain than I on a daily basis. To at least be able to unite myself with them in a small way has helped me understand the pain it is to be human on this earth awaiting heaven. As a missionary, I’ve found my diagnosis to be a unique way to relate to the many college students who also suffer from anxiety (Far more common than you may realize). To relate to something so personal quickly deepens trust, and I’m grateful for the relationships I’ve developed through pain.
Another great grace in my life has been the incredible support systems I’ve had throughout this journey. I’ve experienced such and deep outpouring of love. While I do not share with many about my GAD, those who I have told have been so caring and taken the time to learn more.
Friends have asked me how they can help during times when I’m exceptionally anxious. If you care for someone with GAD, you’re probably wondering the same thing. The best thing you can do is just to ask how you can help. Everyone is different. For me, it means so much to hear others say they’re praying for me, to do simple tasks like washing my dishes (because even the small daily chores feel like trying to build a sandcastle out of marble on tough days), and just understand that I may not want to talk as much, and that’s okay. Never, ever, undermine someone who has GAD’s worries. They realize they’re being irrational, but that doesn’t stop the anxiousness. Just be patient and loving.
If you’re reading this and think you recognize many of the symptoms of GAD in yourself, I encourage you to visit a counselor. There is no shame in seeking help. It is a huge act of humility and courage to acknowledge that you can’t do this alone. Please, take care of yourself.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read about this journey. God works in all things, in all people, in all times. I am so utterly convinced of this. Each day he has new lessons to learn and graces to give. Through something that could have at first seemed to be devastating, He breathed new life and transformed me. I know that without GAD I would not be as close to Him as I am today. Praise Him for He is holy and worthy of all honor.
My mom, seester + Aunt Peg came to see me this weekend.
If you’re a Claire-type, you do things like make everyone order two doughnuts and watch The Bruce Jenner on TV. If you’re an Ellie-type, you take a lot of snapchats and google the lyrics to the Zack and Cody theme song so you can sing it while riding the luggage cart (maybe I joined in. Maybe I didn’t.) If you’re a Momma-Grace-type, you triumphantly locate the Chick-Fil-A and then drive two hours to buy pencils at the Mark Twain museum. If you’re an Aunt-Peg-type, you ask the waitress for more chips because the nacho cheese is overwhelming.
Possibly unrelated side note, but wise Seester Observation: we have Netflix, iWatches and GPS, but no matter what the world brings, there will ALWAYS be hotel brochures. Google be damned, there will be a rack of brochures on that city’s random tourist attractions (The Cheese Haus! The world’ s largest coffee mug!) until the apocalypse occurs.
Here’s why family is good: they laugh at your jokes even when they’re not that funny. They don’t mind that you talk about Wisconsin all the time. They understand that you need to watch The Bruce Jenner. They think two doughnuts is a completely acceptable breakfast. They stop and pause at things like Mark Twain’s house, which really, who cares about these days? They drive 3 miles off the highway for Chick-Fil-A. They highly encourage Excessive Trail Mix Eating. They know all of the words to “Harper Valley PTA”. They finish your gin and tonics. They YouTube “brides tripping down the aisle” without considering why that might traumatize you for life. They buy you Swiffer WetJet fluid because you’re out.
My family has come to see me in a lot of places by this point: DC, New York, New Orleans, Columbia. They will hop over, wherever I am, to drive me to Target and pinterest wedding decorations. They will always bring Diet Coke. They will always bring joy.


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October 29, 2012. That was the last time I wrote anything here. The wheels kind of fell off, honestly. Work got crazy, and after running my only race in October 2013, I have been in and out and back in physical therapy again for my hip issues, and work got crazy again and again, and will again soon. The good news is that we have made great progress in PT, and I may yet run again next year.
When I started this blog, I was heavily into running and duathlons, etc. Now, thanks to injury, I am not, and I am essentially learning to walk all over again, before I can run. But something happened the other night that had an effect on me, and the last line of my notes from that experience said “Resurrect the blog?”
So here I am. Hello, World, 2.0. (And, because this is me, I can’t not talk about my dog…)
Last month, I was fortunate enough to be able to attend the 2014 Women in Public Service Conference at Hamline University. Being in the same room with such amazing women really inspired me to think about where I’ve been and where I might be going in my career.
As it happens, the 2 sessions I attended at the conference were heavily focused on concepts from Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In book. I haven’t read the book. On purpose. I dismissed it out of hand when it came out. I figured it was really geared to women who were trying to balance families and work and their lives. I don’t have kids, so I figured it wouldn’t mean much to me. (Side note: I plan to read the book while on vacation in December… I feel like if I read it, and don’t agree with it, that’s one thing. Dismissing it without reading it seems unfair. That’s my stance on voting, too. I can’t complain about my elected officials if I didn’t vote.)
The people talking at the conference talked a lot about the concept of “What would you do if you weren’t afraid,” and that leaning in meant daring to dream (big or small) and take the baby steps to achieve those dreams. I learned that there were local Lean In circles all over the country, including here in the Twin Cities, that had popped up in the wake of the book, a way for people to gather locally and explore personal and professional growth and leadership. The group meets as a larger group on the even months, and meets as smaller groups on the odd months.
Wednesday evening, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and went to my first large group meeting. I have a tinge of social anxiety. I am an ambivert, capable of being extroverted, but I also need my introverted recharge time. If I am attending a gathering of people I don’t know, it is very hard for me to actually get out the door to attend the event. It’s sometimes even hard when it is people I do know, but it’s most crushing and difficult when it is people I don’t know.
Fortunately, someone in my area had asked to carpool, and a 3rd person also wanted to carpool, so I offered to drive, and met some great people in my neighborhood as a result. It had the added advantage that I wouldn’t be walking into the gathering all by myself. I would already know Molly and Jenn, a little bit.
The large group experience was great. There was the “What would you do if you weren’t afraid” icebreaker, and it was amazing how comfortable I felt sharing in front of a group I didn’t know. (Maybe that made it easier…) Then we broke into our smaller groups for conversation & connection, and when we re-convened, we heard a wonderful speaker.
Carol took the time to give us an overview of the books and research of Brene Brown, a prominent scholar and author around the subjects of shame, vulnerability, and wholeheartedness. Carol’s speech was filled with obvious passion for her subject, and really took the time to connect with us as she spoke.
I bought Brown’s book The Gifts of Imperfection a few months ago. I read a couple of chapters, which seemed engaging and interesting, then put the book down and haven’t picked it back up since. I went home from the meeting, ordered Brown’s other 2 books, and plan to spend some time reading and reflecting on them in the next couple of months.
I asked a good friend, who I thought might be familiar with Brown’s work, if she’d be interested in being a local sounding board as I read these books, as it seems that a key tenet of Brown’s work is having people in your life that you can trust as you examine what you want in your life and how you want to get there.
I think that’s the turn this blog will likely take. As I read, and as I process through things, I’d like to post some of them here. A bit of navel-gazing, to be sure, but I hope that some of what I post resonates with the 1.5 of you who will see this blog entry.
For those of you who read this blog because of running and physical activity, this blog probably won’t focus on that for a while, so check back in sometime next year if you’re not interested in reading and thinking more about how to really throw yourself into living your life instead of just existing through the days and hours (which, if you’re not, I won’t be offended….).
I’m 40 now, and it feels like time to examine where I am now (which is a great place, don’t get me wrong. I am not unhappy with my life, but there is always room for improvement!) and what the future might hold, if only I don’t stand in my own way.


there were a time when this family become well-known around the atmosphere. people knew them because of their involvement in many fields. their academic achievement and their activitely in co-coriculum. this family expanded their popularity when their reached their senior year. the moments when the juniors looking up to them. the family are very united, tolerated, together, alert, and exxagerate. they hold arm to arms, hand to hands in every situation. many parties and events they organised to make it better. and they made it success full. i very positively sure that, they were a happy family at home. yet, they are full of conflict or fighting but they still like brothers and sisters that fighting for a silly things. moreover the war that used to happen that split the family into two, finally made a peace. and miracle happen when the bond of the family become more extremely stronger.
second by seconds, minute by minute, hours by hours, day by days. somehow its seem quite and full of silence. the cheerful and laughter that been heard all this time is gone. are they made their minds to went to separate ways? some are still staying together, see each other and loitering. some are only thinking for the sake of two of them. some are gone to a place when people didn't find them,expelled themselves from the society. some are they busy make a money for their life. must this become the excuses of them not staying together again. even though we are not seeing each other like before, going recess like before, mixing the chemical or calculate the add math together like before doesn't mean we must forgetting each other anymore. we must not to be a stranger when seeing each other in the future.
how? how? how is this happen? did the God plans this, so we get more better in relationship? why this happen? did you all forget all the times we been together? we all are grown ups, we can think what are the best of us. what make our relationship become unite and happy every time. looking at the photo when we reach a enjoy and cheerful moments. but, i wander where are the elements that we used to have gone?
come on people whose listen and invovled, open la your mind. accept this fate, we are trying to fading the past of wonderful and making the future of misearable. sorry if thing did not happened like we used to plan, sorry for promise that never be fulfill. and sorry if this fear of losing friendship that used to be haunting on us coming reality.
i pray, i wish, i doa to Al-Mighty hope that we still friends and Friends forever!
this is not a drama i want to tell, but this a life that full of drama i wish to end.
hope there will be a happy endings for this story that i regret to show.


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“Acting is fun and I refuse to get involved in the semantics and the politics of strategy and breaking out of something or doing something because you need to do something else. For me it’s all about what fuels my soul and if I’m passionate about a screenplay then that’s what I’ll do next.” - Shailene Woodley
Four’s eyes are still on mine when he lifts his hand, pulls his elbow back, and throws the knife. It is just a flash in the air, and then I hear a thud. The knife is buried in the board, half a foot away from my cheek. I close my eyes. Thank God.
“You about done, Stiff?” asks Four.
I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.” “That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.” I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear. “Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.” I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.” “Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.”
For me, my rule in this industry is I’ve got to listen to my butterflies. So if I got butterflies, then those are the scripts I go after.
Mary Jane: Just… Hold me for a minute, okay?
Peter: For a minute? No way. The rest of my life? Sure thing.
Amazing Spider-Man #536


Our journey started sixteen years ago when our daughter, Olivia, came into this world. Prior to her birth we were unaware that anything was wrong. It wasn’t until 24 hours after when she was diagnosed with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. HLHS is a life-threatening condition, which requires open-heart surgery within days of birth, and even after surgery, it continues to be a highly complex and serious disorder. Since Olivia is a young woman, we feel that it is important for her to share her own story instead of us.
My name is Olivia and my diagnosis is Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS). Throughout my life, I have undergone three open-heart surgeries needed for staged reconstruction as well as a multitude of laparoscopic procedures. I have had all of my open-heart surgeries before the age of four, therefore I remember little of those experiences. Even so, I can recall special moments that have shaped my childhood and evoke nostalgia instead of fear whenever I enter a doctor’s office or the hospital. I remember playing in the hospital activity room with my new friends Sophia, Lauren, and Riley; who were also CHD patients at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. The time I got to go through the “secret passageways” (hospital hallways) with my dad in my little red wagon. When the music therapist came to the CICU and worked with me to create a song about my cats. These are the memories that remind me of the good I made from the bad, but most importantly, I do not remember the pain I felt, just the bliss. I wish I could have felt that way forever.
My doctors have never set any limitations for me, but I have learned to set my own. The key to living and thriving with HLHS is to listen to your body and to be aware of its limitations. As I got older, I realized that there will always be struggles, like having to step back from seemingly ordinary daily tasks, but I never let them discourage me. Without the guidance of my parents and my extraordinary doctors and nurses, I would not be the same person I am today, nor would I have been blessed with the same opportunities.
Ever since I was young, my parents informed me about my condition in an age-appropriate manner. It was never a big sit-down conversation, but when I had a question, they would answer honestly. They were always careful about how they explained it to me and made sure that I was able to properly comprehend it. Being trusted to learn about my condition has helped me gain more independence and monitor my own health.
A few years ago, I was diagnosed with hepatic fibrosis as well as other comorbidities of HLHS. That diagnosis was hard for me to comprehend. I was overwhelmed, so much so that I did not ask questions to help me understand my diagnosis. Instead, I turned to Google for answers, where the large majority of sources are irreputable, include false information, and are unspecific to my individual case. I began to fear the next steps in my medical journey. I became afraid of sleeping as I had the irrational thought that if I fell asleep, I would not wake up. I did not want to eat since I thought that my eating habits were causing my liver complications. In fact, the false information I gathered from my internet searches led me to believe that my aspirin was causing my hepatic fibrosis, so I even stopped taking my daily medication. After my diagnosis was clarified by my doctors, I quickly got back on track and began to live my life as I did before my diagnosis.
It is a blessing to be able to share my story. Some days can be harder than others, more energy consuming and mentally draining. It is important to have the support and encouragement from loved ones that it will get better. I still have my days when I do not feel well or feel defeated, but I keep fighting because after all, I am a CHD Warrior. So, if you are a fellow CHD Warrior reading this, I want to reassure you regardless of the challenges that you are facing, keep trekking forward and not only will you be stronger, but you will enjoy and appreciate everything that life has to offer. And if you are a parent or guardian, never give up hope that your miraculous CHD Warrior will flourish and be successful.


Black Forest is enchanting
By Capt. Spanky, 86th Airlift Wing Public Affairs
/ Published February 24, 2015
RAMSTEIN AIR BASE, Germany --
Hello, my furless followers! I hope you are having a splendid week. I recently learned a fascinating fact, the enchanted forest used in the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales is actually the Black Forest.
It may come as no surprise the Grimm Brothers were inspired by this location after looking at the majestic setting that is the forest.
The towering trees, the snaking trails, the monstrous cliffs and so much more just leaves you feeling like you've been transported to another world.
Though I suspect many of you are more familiar with the Disney retellings of the famous stories, I highly suggest that you take the time and make your way to the original enchanted forest.
With the Black Forest being approximately three hours from Ramstein, you could make your way there almost any given weekend and live your own fairy tale.
Regardless of the time you decide to make the trip, you should find plenty to do as the popularity of the area has made it a year-round tourist attraction.
So whether you want to take your Prince Charming trekking over trails or your Ice Queen skiing, your adventures can be as magical as you want.
I'm sure they will have a much happier ending than some of the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales.
So until next, go out and have yourselves a happily ever after.


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To someone who means the world to you… The world and so much more… That special someone and the person with whom I share the strongest and deepest connection is my bestie. So, here it is… An open letter to my best friendmy rock and my forever companion. I genuinely believe that you make me a better person just by being my bestie and helping me navigate this thing called life.
You deal with real life and all of its ups and downs with such grace and poise.
People want to be around you. They want to befriend you. They want your energy to transfer to them. You make every person around you feel better without even needing to try hard. Being kind-hearted comes so naturally to you. And they end up needing you. In this cold world, we all need more people like you, with your positive energy and your giggly sense of humor. True friends have truly become a rarity these days. What strikes me the most is your ability to forgive. You do more than just say they are forgiven — you actually mean it.
Even if people break your heart, even if they betray you or hurt you, you always find a way to see past it all and move on. Sometimes, it takes more time and sometimes, it takes a bit less, but you never see people through their mistakes. You never hold grudges or hold their slips against them for eternity. Because you love to believe there is more to them than their mistakes. That was definitely the hardest period of my life, and of course, you were there for me, supporting me through my grief. You cried with me and you tried so hard to make me smile and to soothe my pain.
And you care for them even when they forget about themselves. I need you, too, and more than you can wrap your mind around. You are all of this; you are the whole universe in just one person. I have never met anyone as well-rounded as you are. You impact people in a way that makes them want to be the best versions of themselves.
They strive for more. They reach for the stars. You influence people. Because you are a true blessing in my life. The past year was difficult for both of us. I hate it because it made us take different paths in life and put our friendship to the awful test of distance.
But it just confirmed what we already know; that we share a rock-solid bond and that there is no obstacle that could harm or destroy it.
I miss you more and more as the days go by. Your presence is something I long for every single day. Getting used to being around you so often has made it that much more difficult to do this long-distance thing. I just miss the way your mere presence is able to make me see the good in everything. The way you make me laugh when I just want to cry. You are an angel sent from heaven to watch over me. I really do believe that.
When I was at my lowest point, you helped me pick myself up. I will never forget that. I was drowning in self-pity and my insecurities. Being desperate and alone had become my comfort zone. But in your eyes, I was always enough. You always told me that I am exactly who I was always meant to be. God made me this way for a reason, and I know that I should be thankful. We are all unique and learning to accept all of our flaws is part of life from which nobody gets to escape.
When I had it good in my life, you were the only one happy for me while everybody else was envious. I know that can be harder than being with somebody through bad times. People find comfort in the misery of others because they realize that they are not alone in theirs. But you are better than that. No matter what stage of your life you are in, you are always happy for others or you empathize with their sadness. If you are still wondering why am I writing this open letter to my best friendto you, to the greatest friend a person can ask for, there are a couple of reasons.
First, I want to tell you that I see you. I admire your kindness, your courage, and your drive. And I want to thank you for choosing me and being a part of my life. I am eternally grateful to have someone like you by my side. If you exhaust yourself emotionally, if you harm your own mental health, there will be nothing to give to others or to yourself. Make your top self-care priority to pamper and love yourself every day more.
Oh, we could plan a small weekend getaway for just the two of us or we could throw a girls-only wellness party at home? Or we can organize a sleepover with chick flick Netflix trending movies. Remember that you need to do things for yourself, too. I cannot wait to share that moment with you, along with a lifetime of memories that await us! I hope you know how loved, adored, and appreciated you are. You are a gem that shines brighter than the sun. April is a relationship expert who ed Herway to teach us all how to deal with one of the most dreaded things ever - breakup.
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Lauren, Glasgow, Scotland. 19. Just your average obsessive teenager who would pay £1 million to lick Benedict Cumberbatch's face. Tom Hiddleston is my future husband (js) and I love Sherlock, DW, Harry Potter anything British really, well I am Scottish after all. Spread the hufflepuff lovin'
MY BEST FRIEND WAS AT RICHARD III TONIGHT AND SHE SNEEZED DURING MARTIN FREEMANS MONOLOGUE AND MARTIN FREEMAN SAID BLESS YOU
SHE HAS BEEN BLESSED BY MARTIN FREEMAN
he broke character?!
YES AND THE WHOLE THEATER LAUGHED AND THEN HE JUST KEPT GOING!
also, wednesday has been canceled due to scheduling errors.And now, the weather.
[waitin for the bus in the rain in the rain wait waitin for the bus in the rain]
I was at Walgreens buying my brother a birthday card. An elderly woman was also in the aisle. She said “can you believe they have wedding cards for two men and look even two women!”
But she then said “I’ve seen so many changes in my 80 years, it’s wonderful how things are moving forward.”
[internal tears of joy]
She then mentioned that she didn’t know any gay people but that everyone should be treated like they would want to be treated. I smiled and said “you know one now” and pointed at myself. She smiled, patted my shoulder and said “now I do”.
Pretty much sums up today’s mood.
When spoken word artist Brenna Twohy tells you that she is an unabashed devotee of all things “Potterotica” — erotic fiction based in the magical universe of Harry Potter — your response probably shouldn’t be that her taste is “unrealistic.”
I’m happy to be getting to the point where I don’t have to feel weird about enjoying fanfiction, or having written a bunch of it. Partly it’s that the fandom experience has become more broadly shared. Partly it’s that I stopped giving a shit.
And as for why I like the porny sort of fanfiction, see above. She says it better.
I like sex with context. I like sex when it involves fully fleshed out characters. I like the backstories. I like feeling like these people do other things when they aren’t having sex.


The department of English and the organizing committee of ICLLT 2013 thank all the national and international participants and paper presenters of the conference who took part in the three-day international event hosted by the Islamia University of Bahawalpur ( Department of English ) and HEC.
Copies of the abstract book were distributed among participants and attendees of the conference during the three days. Now it is time to submit the oral and poster presentations presented at the conference for publication .
Journal of Linguistics & Literature
Last date for the submission of complete papers for publication is January 31, 2014. The papers will be published in the Journal of Linguistics & Literature ( published by the department of English, the Islamia University of Bahawalpur). Those who have already submitted their papers for publication, need not submit their papers again.
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I have struggled with my weight for most of my life. I have tried just about every diet, know the calorie content of most foods, am a lifetime Weight Watcher member and was even a Weight Watcher leader. I know nutrition very well, and both the benefits and the negative effects various types of foods have on my body. Over the years I could maintain a good weight for a while then cast aside paying attention to what I would eat and gain weight. I struggled with the extra 10-15 pounds most of my life – losing and gaining. This was a very dark cloud hanging over me for years – always nagging me, and always on my mind.
The time had come for a different approach to get off this cycle of gaining and losing weight. I knew that I needed to dig deep and work on what triggers me to behave this way, and realized it is years and years of “stuff” that cause me to repeat the cycle and do what I have done hundreds of times over the years.
Tapping on Those Childhood Memories and Emotions:
I am the type of person who “moves on”. I usually don’t dwell on past negative events because I feel it’s not productive. I can’t change the past. “Get Over It” is my motto. With that said, while on this journey and through my studies and experience with tapping, I know that those deep-seated memories stay with us and can affect our everyday lives, oftentimes without us realizing it. It was time for me to acknowledge and deal with my childhood events that still affected the struggle with my weight and self-esteem. I decided the Tapping Tree (Tapping Tree) was a good tool to use and made a list of some of my remembered past events: (1) My brother always calling me fat names, and embarrassing me by calling me these names in front of a boy I really liked (I was in 6th grade), (2) When I was around 10 years old and at my Aunt and Uncle’s for Thanksgiving my cousin and I wanted to play outside. Since I didn’t have any clothes to change into I had to wear my Aunt’s pants – and they fit — I was so embarrassed, (3) In Junior High, school girlfriends running away from me and calling me fat. Not wanting me to be part of their group.
Now that I had some past events I sat down, closed my eyes and thought about each of them in my mind’s eye. The first one that made me feel emotional was when I had to wear my Aunt’s pants at Thanksgiving. You can see in the photo I am crying and upset that my mom wanted to take my picture. When I looked at the picture I felt embarrassed, stupid, and hurt that everyone was laughing at me. I was very sensitive about my “pudginess”, especially since my cousin was so skinny! Simply closing my eyes and reliving that moment brought tears to my eyes and although nothing physical in my body, I rated the emotion around 8 (How to do EFT). Then I tapped….“Even though I have to wear Auntie Frank’s pants and feel embarrassed and upset, I deeply and completely love and accept myself”. The tapping points: “I’m so embarrassed”, “I’m so hurt”, “They’re all laughing at me”, “I just want to hide”, “I’m upset”, “I feel stupid”, “I don’t want my picture taken”, “and it’s not funny”. After a deep, cleansing breath I checked in with myself by picturing the event again. I still felt a little emotional, so did another round: “Even though I am still upset, crying and embarrassed that I had to wear Auntie’s pants, I deeply and completely love and accept myself”. Tapping points: “I feel so ashamed”, “I’m embarrassed”, “I’m just a kid”, “They shouldn’t laugh at me”, “I’m upset”, (clavicle point where I lingered) “They’re grownups and shouldn’t laugh at me” “They’re making me upset and cry”, “I’m just a kid”, “and I’m so embarrassed”. After this round I felt calmer. I then tapped on the points: “Mom is hugging me”, “Auntie is hugging me”, “It’s much better now”, “They are sorry”, “I’m okay”, “It’s time to have fun”, “I’m feeling better now”. I could feel the release of this event and am no longer emotional when I think about it. Actually, I can now see the humor in it and it makes me smile looking at the photograph.
Another past event I wanted to work on was when I was in Junior High and my girlfriends since elementary school ignored me all day, then ran away from me after calling me fat. Junior High is such a pivotal moment in a young girl’s life. Puberty, body image, peer pressure, wanting to be liked are the burdens young girls face at this age. I decided to try the Movie Technique (The Movie Technique) and tap on those moments that made me feel anything emotional or physical. This really meant that I needed to tune into my body for each scene. The name of my movie is “Girlfriends Don’t Like Me Anymore”. I visualized and tapped through the various scenes of this past event and by the time the movie was over and I thought about the whole past event it just seemed like a story, and it no longer had a negative effect on me emotionally or physically. This is truly the amazing result of Tapping. As a finale, I did a round of tapping for forgiveness at the tapping points: “I forgive my friends”, “they were young and foolish”, “they didn’t really mean to hurt me”, “girls at that age can be so “catty”, “I forgive them” “I bring healing to this event that caused me so much pain”. Those five young girls are still my best friends 5o+ years later. We continue to love and support each other in so many ways. But this was also an event in my adolescence, which I had buried, that had an impact on my self-worth and self-esteem, and ultimately an impact on my issues with my weight and how I look.
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Sitting down and thinking about how events in my childhood have impacted my relationship with food and had an effect on my self-esteem was a major step for me. A milestone was acknowledging they happened and tapping on them. Sometimes it’s easier for me to just “move on”, but after having gone through this journey with tapping about these past issues and other challenges I have with food, I know it was all worth the effort. I have become more confident and relaxed with living with food and food situations. I know that if I am ever challenged, and there are many times that I am, I can do some rounds of tapping and all will be well! I feel better physically and emotionally, I don’t have brain fog, I sleep better, I can move better and my joints don’t hurt. Thanks to tapping that perpetual dark cloud no longer hangs over my head.


Morning has come, cold night has flown
Bed is still warm, but you are alone
Was it an angel? Or was it a ghost?
Was it your husband, who you loved the most?
Was it a stranger, that you took to your room?
Seeking some comfort in the candle lit gloom.
Christmas is coming, the year has grown old
You decked out your bedsit in green and in gold
You wrapped up your presents in paper and twine
A gift to yourself, cheap corner shop wine
And you sung all the carols
You know them by heart
To hold back the tears, but now they must start
Here's to the snowfall, and the crisp winter air
Here's to your children, lost into care
And here's to your husband
Dead in his car
Dressed up like santa, but drunker by far
Here's to the New Year
And the sweet breath of spring
Lie down in your dreams and let the bells ring...
Merry Christmas.... repeat and fade
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