I stayed up until 4am finishing a powerpoint (9-12 class; 1-7 qualitative coding; 8-4 powerpoint and data analysis). I intended to wake up at 6 to go on a trip to Columbia, MO, but I slept through THREE alarms. They all ended up in my bed, though. Weird.

Anyhow, I declared today egg roll day, where I just get to do anything I want, including being an egg roll. I bought a graduation/scholarship day dress (purple!) and a few tops at Marshalls (couldn't find JCPenny's), read a book, swung on swings, collapsed on my bed, and will soon watch Iyanla, Fix My Life.

She's super cool. The shows that Oprah's network actually produces are all very uplifting and spiritually edifying. The "filler" shows are junk, but I'm excited for a new season of Iyanla.

We had a tornado touch down in the area Wednesday. I do enjoy tornado warnings in an odd way, though. I get to hang out with my old 7th floor med school friends in the basement. It's like a storm party. We should, you know, have those without tornado warnings. We're all so isolated in our graduate programs. That's a MAIN difference between undergrad and grad school.

In other news, I've been digging this song lately. I just love when people own the things that make them unique, versus imitating someone else. This girl uses the edge in her voice. She owns it. She makes me want to be more myself, because I feel how much inspiration I draw from witnessing authenticity.



This passage from Ralph Waldo Emerson was life-changing in that regard. We each have so much potential as influential and authentic human beings.

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.