I made this cutie to grace my business card. The concept was inspired by the work of one of my classmates. It think it quite accurately portrays how nervous and excited I am about the metamorphosis into real-persondom (graduation). And now I've got a little friend to share it with. It's almost showtime!
I've heard time and time again, there is nothing more important than knowing one's self. Know your strengths and weaknesses.
But blind spots are something we all have. I have so many. It got to the point that around Christmas time I had a personal crisis in which, the person who I thought I was, was completely different than the person that my close friends and family knew me to be. Anybody who knows what it feels like to be so sure of something for so long just to find out that it's misguided, knows it's a very scary place to find yourself in.
What had brought me to this point was the discovery of a blind spot. It was brought to my attention by one whom I trust and respect a great deal, that I am impatient and intolerant of other people. It was obvious to everyone but me, and I think the only reason she felt comfortable mentioning it to me at all was because she thought I already knew.
In order to fix this huge character flaw I tried to re-figure who, exactly, I was. This was all in an effort to improve myself, but it ironically lead to a period of useless self centered-ness. I went through pictures and diaries and things like that to try to pinpoint when my intolerance began.
Then I began to realize how stupid that was. If I can't trust my self-perception now, what made me think I could trust the perception of myself years ago. All I have to go on are snippets and my own biased accounts of things that have happened in my life.
So, while I was struggling through this, I found relief in these things:
There are things that I'm good at and things that I'm bad at. I can't be sure which are which, but I do know what I love to do.
There are people that love me, and people that don't. I can't be sure which are which, but I do know whom I love.
I have good character traits and bad character traits. I don't know what they are, but I have the ability to forgive everyone else for having equally bad character traits, and loving them anyway.
So I missed posting something cute on Valentine's day. Boo. I was in transition, starting a bunch of projects and not being able to finish them before the next one started. This is why I benefit from school, where they give me deadlines that fuel me through late nights and all-nights.
I've got a big one coming, but for right now lets take a moment to appreciate another amazing British actor. Alan Rickman's birthday was yesterday! Here is a throwback image of him in his early years.
You'd have a perpetually grumpy face too if you were read Animal Farm as a child.
A Tango studio in NYC kindly allowed me to come in and take some photos while being delicate to privacy. They asked me not to take any shots of "individuals dancing." I'm not exactly sure how that was supposed to work since the room was not large and was filled with dancing individuals. I took it to mean "don't get in anyone's face" or maybe "don't let them see." So I didn't get a whole lot of shots in for this reason, and also because I wanted to get in on the dancing. Here are my favorites.
As I have mentioned in my 4 New Year Firsts post, the Polar Plunge is a global New Year's Day tradition in which the crazies band together and put on a big show of jumping into the ocean. Sister's friend, Megan, subscribes to the this tradition faithfully and invited us along. Being a crazy, I insisted that we go.
The first of the Overmoyer siblings' New York City adventures was one we made to Roosevelt Island. We took the cable car across the river and proceeded to seek out the most adventurey things we could. Of course it is very difficult to discover any landmark in a densely populated place such as this that has not previously been discovered. But then, it was new and exciting to us. However beaten the paths were, they led to some cool places. We had a good time "discovering" the mysterious buildings on the island.
This past Christmas my brother, his fiancée and myself received tickets for a two-day, New Year's concert from our New York City dwelling sister Clarion.
It was certainly the most exciting New Year celebration that I have had yet. Here are 4 things that I did last week that I had never done before. Feel free to laugh at my shelteredness.
I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but this was my first New Year's not gorging myself on snacks in front of the ol' TV with my folks. I missed the snacks a bit, but waiting in line for 3 hours was pretty great too.
The concert was fun and well worth the cold-cold wait. The second night we were the first people in line. THE FIRST. That takes some serious dedication. We were pressed right up against the front rail to the stage and Eugene Hutz's beady little eyes and impressive mustache stared us down from just feet away.
The first night we didn't really wait very long to get into the concert venue and still got in about one or two rows back from the stage. Not bad right? Wrong. This brings us to number 2.
Can you find Anna?
I had never been in a mosh pit before. I'm not that kind of music lover generally, but this stormy ocean of sweaty, stifling, screaming bodies was something I'm happy to say that I've now experienced. I'd always thought it would be really cool to crowd surf. I thought it would be like some out-of-body thing where you unleash yourself to total trust in the kindness and support of the human race and obtain inner peace and total faith that everything is going to be ok. I don't think that anymore. I did witness a lot of trust-fall fail-whales though.
What did give me hope was every time a surfer actually succeeded in reaching the front, he was expertly caught and handled by the big hero bouncers who soberly watched as we all made idiots of ourselves. They were the men of the evening.
The day after the concert was the Polar Plunge. Of course, it was my first.
The Polar Plunge is a widely recognized New Years tradition around the world where one jumps into the ocean with a bunch of other insane people. I heard someone say later that the water at Coney Island that morning was about 30˚F. If you don't know what diving into 30˚ water feels like, imagine being punched in every part of your body at once. Or you could watch the end of Titanic.
Later that day I went to my first milonga, which is a style of Argentine Tango. Obviously, being New Year's Day, this was the tango studio's New Year's party, which would imply a formal dress code. For some reason this hadn't occurred to me.
It is easy to get complacent as a dancer because there are some dances and styles that will become very comfortable for you, but there are so so many dances and styles that you will never be good at because of the sheer number and variety of them. For that reason it is also very easy to become humbled as a dancer, and I certainly was at the milonga. I was seriously under-dressed, and not very good at the dance.
Having said that, I had a lovely time. I was mentored, coached and dragged along by a few fantastic dancers and I met a lot of impressive wall flowers. There was one sweet-heart that must have been in her early 80's, who had just begun taking dance lessons at the studio. What a brave and inspiring thing!
So, those where my firsts for New Year's, but I expect many, many more. God willing, this will be a year of firsts for me. I took lots of pictures in the Big Apple and will be posting them soon.
As always, thanks for lookin'! And happy New Year! May it be full of firsts!