What a difference a day makes

Well, a year, actually.

I am in the second year of my graduate program and I would never have expected that to matter as much as it does.

For starters, I’m not crazed with massive amounts of reading this year. This is not to say there’s only a little of it; anthropology is a reading intensive subject, let’s face it. But I have amounts of reading to do that are actually humanly possible.

I like that.

At the same time, as a second year, I feel like I’m more involved with the mechanics of the department, and those sorts of politics have taken up a noticeable chunk of my time and neurons.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. 
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Start all over again

So, I want to say that I’m here and ready to start all over again.

That’s not entirely accurate, though. Last time I started this journey, I weighed in excess of 200 pounds. Then I lost a bunch of weight — 40 pounds, to be precise — and then I gained half of it back — crazy frustrating.

Now that I’m back in class, my schedule is such that I am going to be able to get back to working out regularly. And, now that I’m going to be getting back to the teaching assistant life, regular paychecks will ensure that my diet improves.

At least, that’s the theory.
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Hey, you, get into my car!

This summer has been quite a disappointment to me in many ways.

I told you earlier that I had put a lot of the weigh I’d lost back on. At this point, I’m at the halfway point. Much of the reason for that is because I haven’t been able to drink as much water as I need, I’ve been eating like crap, and I haven’t been working out either.

I have also been having trouble finding research subjects, which is a big problem because my research isn’t happening like it should be.

So, what have I been doing?

I’ve been driving for Lyft. 

In fact, driving for Lyft is the only reason I’ve been able to pay my rent and other bills this summer. But, of course, in order to make enough for that and food, I have to put in the time.
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Timid heart, hide my scars

It’s Ricky’s birthday!

Ricky turns 20 years old today, so from now until August 12th, all my children are in their 20s. Fancy that.

Ricky’s arrival in the world was an episode of Murphy’s Law in action.

It was a bright, sunny day at the end of May when I went into labor for what would be the last time in my life and the weather was the best thing about it. For starters, the neighbor who had offered to babysit for my kids when I needed to go to the hospital was nowhere to be found. I kept calling right up until the moment I needed to leave but she seemed to have disappeared into thin air. So, we all went to the hospital to welcome Ricky into the world.

I have no idea what that was like for anybody. I had other things on my mind.
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