As a graduate student, I am no stranger to anxiety. The overwhelming stress from academics, working, extra-curriculars, and attempting to maintain a healthy lifestyle while balancing a social life can certainly take its toll on… More
So for once I had, what in my opinion, was an exciting somewhat normal weekend day this past Saturday. And in the middle of my breakfast, I figured, why not document my day in photos and share it with you all!? Because I’m sure you are all dying to know how I live my weekends. Enjoy!
So you may be wondering “Johnna, why are you spraying your hands with Pam Butter spray?”. No, this isn’t an ad (although I could probably use the extra cash right about now, grad school is not cheap), but it is a nail polish hack that I recently discovered.
I have been thinking a lot about time. Time in general, my physical timeline, my career timeline, etc, etc. As a twenty-four year old female still in (graduate) school full-time, I can be honest and say that it has honestly been a bit of a struggle this past year as I watch all of my friends move on with their lives. And it is frustrating. But again, I have to remind myself that I did choose a 6.5 year doctoral program. That I chose a profession that I dearly love already and it is only a matter of time before I start my adventure as a ‘real adult’.
I am super new to this blogging thing, like two weeks new. But let’s sum up my last month shall we? I was going through some personal things, I finished my ten weeks at my (absolute favorite) clinical rotation, and the stress and anxiety about the impending doom, er, I mean post-grad life later this winter is beginning to loom on the horizon.
It is has been six (six!) long years since I found myself crying as I walked back to my residence hall at the end of freshmen move in day at college because my parents were leaving. Continue reading “Advice to the college freshman.”
I won’t be easy to love. We all say that. I have endured illusions of love, so I am not sure how to believe whether or not love is really present. Do I believe that is exists? Yes, without a doubt. I love to love. But I’m tired of hurting because of it. I’m tired of feeling my heart break into a thousand pieces and feeling so weak because I feel that I cannot pick myself up and move on with life after I had loved with all my heart, but was tossed aside like nothing.
If there is anything I love, it is a good glass of sweet wine. Add in a slice or two of cheese and some dark chocolate and, oh baby, am I there. So it was no surprise that I came across an awesome deal online and decided to jump at the awesome price that came along with a VIP tour and wine tasting.