Thoughts from places: A Curry College Women’s Basketball game

As you’ve probably gathered by now, sports and I don’t usually go together.

Well, at least that’s what I used to be able say  anyway.

Because through some miracle, I now find myself willingly sitting at football games, and volleyball games, and women’s basketball games on campus, cheering on my RAs who are playing that day.

Oh yeah. There it is: My RAs.

You know, I didn’t think it was going to happen the way it did; the way that I was going to form bonds with these students.

I expected to lay down the “law,” get the respect that I “deserved,” and stay distant from them (remember that work/life balance I talked about a few days ago?).

But that all went out the window the moment I met them. Nine RAs with a miriad of strengths and personalities who just wanted support and guidance after having felt like they were abandoned by their previous supervisor (I still cringe when I think of the mess he left me).

They challenged me. They taught me. They disappointed me. They impressed me.

And then the year ended and I had to adapt to having a few new and different folks on my staff when the fall rolled around. And when I thought I didn’t have anything more to learn from my RAs, they surprised me.

I found myself wanting to do more right by them than I previously had. Specifically, I really wanted to BE THERE more than I had before.

Sometimes that means that I’m sitting quietly in my office with them when they’re crying about the racism that they’re personally experiencing.

Other times that means that I’m adapting recipes to make them vegan, but also sans tree nuts so all of them can have cookies during staff meeting.

Even other instances means I’m sending texts to wish them luck on that nursing exam they’ve been studying for weeks to pass.

Tonight it means that I’m squeezing in half of a basketball game that I don’t fully understand the rules of between two other commitments.

It may not be to you, but it’s clear to me that more than my address has changed about me in the past 11 months!

Change is good.

I like change.

I think.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx

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Five things I’ve learned from dating someone who loves football

In the past 11 months since moving to the Boston area, I’ve found myself experiencing a lot of new things: New food, new hobbies, new ways to be lazy. But the last thing I ever thought that would happen to me because I moved to New England was that I’d find any interest in football. Well…”interest” is an overstatement really, but I do have a new appreciation for it at the very least.

This immersion has come with some learning experiences, as you can imagine. So I’ve created a list of five things that I’ve learned from being, what I call, a “football widow”:

1. I know that Sundays are for Football (even when the Pats aren’t playing)

It’s basically mandatory for you to like the Patriots if you live somewhere in New England, and that means that, unless you’re dead or dying, you’ve got your ass parked in front of the tube during their games. Little did I know, being in a relationship with someone who watches football like it’s part of his religion, it doesn’t matter if the Pats are playing or not: Sunday is for football. Yes, the entire day. This means that sometimes we’re (I use “we” loosly here) cheering for a team that we don’t usually want to win. And that means that, at times, I get to feel part of the crowd because the great state of Minnesota is being represented by “my team.” With that being said…

2. I will defend “my team” (the Vikings) even though I don’t actually care about them (and that’s okay)

I frequently see on Facebook while the Vikings are playing that “sometimes it’s hard to be a Vikings fan.” I’ve come to understand that this is because the good ol’ Vikes don’t always do so hot for simple mistakes. But rest assured, I only cheer for them because I’m “supposed” to “have a team” and I have not crossed over into the dark side to be consumed by the Patriots’ nation. Despite all of this, as long as I have a team to call my own, I’ve been told that I can still be part of the football family.

3. Oh yeah: Sometimes Mondays are also for football. And Thursdays, too.

This one was completely new to me and I had to adapt quickly. Apparently not all of the games during the season can be completed during one day per week – they need to seep into our beings for the entire week. We’ve got to be on our A-game on all of these days!! This, I’m still getting used to…

4. Dropping Eric Decker’s or Carson Wentz’s name during a conversation makes me “cool”

This one I learned early. Having ANY sort of connection to these two people has greatly improved the likeliness that I’ll be included in a conversation about football. For those of you new to my life: Erik Decker graduated from my high school only a few years before I did and Carson Wentz went to college right across the river from me at NDSU and gives a shit about the charity my cousins started. I know that these two are good people, and I know that people like knowing that. And because of these connections, I get to act for a few short moments as though I know something about football. Even though…

5. I still don’t know anything about football

I think this is self-explanatory. I mean, I get the basic premise: There are two teams and both are trying to get the ball into their end zone by making plays which may include running, kicking, and throwing. But beyond that, I have zero idea about how this game works. Actually, I do more giggling while watching football because of things like “tight ends” and the tantrums that Odell Beckham Jr. (yeah, I know his name) throws on the regular. And maybe not knowing anything about this game is half the fun for me and why I keep watching (we should both know by now that I’m also using “watching” loosely here as well) each week.

I’m nowhere near a place where I find myself wanting to purchase a jersey or a T-shirt or something, because clearly I’m nowhere near wanting to learn more about this sport. I am, however, happy to sit and watch the games because it makes other people happy. And sometimes that’s the important thing in life.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx

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I missed a day and that’s okay

Yeah, I did miss the 12th day of NaBloPoMo yesterday. In fact, I didn’t even think about it until I woke up this morning. Apparently I spent an entire day not thinking about writing a blog for a 30-day challenge.

And I don’t even care. Not one bit.

Okay, so clearly I care enough to still write some sort of post for Day 12, but I’m okay knowing that it was a day late.

Usually I feel super guilty and upset with myself for having missed a day throughout these past few years while participating in NaBloPoMo, but maybe, just maybe, I’ve finally come to the realization that I’m doing this for me and not for anyone else (despite my wish for having loads of people read my blog on the regular (though we both know that I don’t write enough for anyone to be able to read regularly anyway)).

But anywho. I’m going to move on. Stay tuned for a new blog in the next hour or so. Gotta keep on top of these things, you know 😛

Until later,

cheers. xx

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Now playing: “Dance Off”

Earlier today Hannah texted me and told me to listen to Macklemore’s “Dance Off,” and now it’s been stuck in my head for the remainder of my day.

I wish I could say that I had something meaningful to pull from the many crevices of my brain so that I could write a decent blog tonight, but I don’t. Only the lyrics to this masterpiece.

So because I like to make sure that others join me in having songs stuck in their heads, have a listen:

Hopefully tomorrow will come with a new and exciting topic to write about.

So until then,

cheers. xx

 

Thoughts from places: Sean’s sofa

Sometimes we just need to be with friends.

I didn’t know what my friend structure was going to look like upon moving to Massachusetts, but I’m happy to know that I have coworkers who I can call my friends and that they’ll have my back.

Tonight has been a full-on heart-to-heart full of chats about politics, our love lives, work, and so much more.

And while this blog will not go into detail, I hope it’s enough to remind you why it’s important to have some sort of support system, no matter where you are in your life. Or perhaps this is your sign to contact that one friend who you’ve been missing for a while and invite them back into your circle.

For me, tonight I’m thankful that Sean is not only my coworker, but one of my closest friends. I’ll be forever comforted by knowing that he was the first person to welcome me into my job at Curry.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx

Ugh. Sick.

I seem to have gotten sick at some point in the past 24 hours.

You know those gross sicknesses that start off as a little itchy throat, but you think your immune system will nip it in the bud before it gets too bad? But then, all day long, you feel it take over your entire body: Dizziness, sore muscles, fluid on your ears that makes that weird crackling noise when you attempt to swallow – everything to make you feel like death warmed up.

I’ve been shivering for the past two hours, doing everything I can to warm up (Yes, this does include putting my freezing feet on the backs of Rob’s calves), and I feel as though there’s no hope for me

I’ve been trying to hear the things that the universe has been telling me lately; the majority of which seems to translate into “slow down.”

Being sick should not be the thing that makes this click for me. I shouldn’t have to be stuck to my bed in order for me to know that it’s time for a break. And honestly, it feels like it happens all too often.

But here I am. In my bed, watching Grey’s Anatomy and hoping to warm up enough to take at least one blanket off.

Hmm, maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

One final note: My head is pretty foggy right now. My apologies if this came across as a ramble which didn’t make any sense.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx