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I would apologize for dropping off the face of the earth there, but I doubt that anyone’s actually reading this yet. Suffice it to say that November–and NaNoWriMo–did not exactly go as I planned/hoped. The weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, along with the weeks leading away from it, were challenging, sad, exciting, and difficult.

There was a car accident involving Pete, Blondie’s fencing coach, and three freshman boys who were in the car. Pete was killed, and one of the other boys died two weeks later. One of the other boys came away with a broken wrist, and the last had to have two surgeries but has since been released from the hospital and appears to be recovering well. This has been an incredibly sad time for the team, for Blondie (who was the captain for two years and is still heavily involved as a graduate student), and for me. There were many times at William and Mary that I felt disconnected from the school and the students. My personal growing pains sometimes made it difficult for me to find rewarding friendships, but the team has been incredibly generous and friendly and good to me for the past three years. It is hard to see them so sad.

Work also took a turn for the chaotic last month–between exams and papers and rewrites, I found it difficult to keep my head above water. Thanksgiving was nice, but a bit too short, and it has only been during this week that I’ve been able to return to a somewhat normal schedule that allows me to feel relaxed and confident. I’m remembering why I liked this job in the first place, and that’s good.

I guess that’s all the news that’s fit to print. I’ll try to figure out what to do with this blog at some point.

From Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet”

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can...to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.