The Joys of Reaching Milestones

Often in life we reach milestones that we are proud of but don't have enough time to appreciate. I find this is especially true as we grow older and our workload increases. Since this blog is about the joys of being in your twenties, I want to truly appreciate a couple milestones I have accomplished in the past month...

A few weeks ago I moved out of my childhood home into a house closer to work and a younger crowd. It was my intention to move out eventually after graduation, but I wasn't sure when and if I was ready. Several months ago, I was told a room in this house would be freed up by the end of the summer, and the tenants would undoubtedly need a roommate. I figured that worked perfectly. Just enough time for me to ready myself with the idea of moving out and on my own. Granted, this was something I've always wanted to do: be completely independent but I just wasn't sure I was ready.

The end of the summer came, and I was able to visit the house. It is quite the beautiful house in a cozy neighborhood and a room with lots of windows and airy space. I thought to myself, "sure, this is great, but do I need to move out now?" I kept toying with the idea until it came time to make the final decision. I was leaning toward a firm no until something (I'm not entirely sure what) made me flip my decision, and I'm so happy I have.

After several days of transporting my belongings back and forth, I am settled into my new home. It's a bit of an adjustment, but I pride myself in being adaptable. I went for a run the other day and really enjoyed exploring my new neighborhood. I take a daily metro ride that is half the length of my previous ride and take a 12 minute walk back home. I get home and don't have to worry about making anyone's dinner or cleaning up anybody else's mess but my own. I can stay up until whenever and not worry about disturbing my roommates. All in all, I'm happy with the decision I made and it was a big one! Milestone #1: moving into my new home; complete!

In front of the new place!

As I mentioned before, I ran around my  neighborhood a couple weeks ago. I ended up running for 3.58 miles according to Nike+, and that was the longest I had ever ran in my life! Things were about to change, though. One week later I was supposed to run a 10k with the Marine Corps Marathon. I had began thinking about running a 10k back in May, when I got more into running and races. I felt I would have enough time to train and prepare myself for the race come October. It was going to be a big test to prove to myself that i'm resilient and strong!

However, as of a week before the race, I had only ran a little over half of what the race entailed. But that didn't stop me. The days leading up to the race, I was so excited and ready! Not an ounce of nervousness remained in my body, as I knew that I was going to finish the race, whether or not I had to walk a few miles. The morning of, I stood by my best friend AE who was going to run it with me with a blood pumping heart, a face full of smiles, and legs that wouldn't stop bouncing around. I was ready. My body may not be ready, but my head and heart were surely in this. The sun looked stunning, rising over the Washington Monument, which got me even more ecstatic about the race. Have I mentioned how much I love sunrises and sunsets? As much as puppies. 

Anyway...AE and I are lined up in the 1:30:00-1:39:59 corral, thinking there is no way we can run these 6.2 miles in less than an hour and a half. I am jumping around grinning from ear to ear, ready to put myself to the test. Once the folks in the front of the corrals begin, "Happy" begins playing. I am not the biggest fan of that song, but in that moment, it totally explained how I was feeling: "can't nothing, bring me down..." and then and there as I focused on the music and dancing around (I was the only person dancing...is nobody else as excited to run 6 miles?!) all my remaining nervousness and stress melted away.

Big smiles over the bridge!

Mile 1 was great, I was feeling healthy and egged on by spectators. Mile 2, not so much. My feet and ankles began burning up, which is an alarming feeling when you've had a foot injury. Regardless, I pushed myself to continue. I knew the bridge over the Potomac was coming up, and I was so genuinely excited to run across it smiling, full well knowing how beautiful it will be. Soon enough, we did see the bridge and I was grinning like a fat kid on Halloween. "Can't nothing...bring me down.." well, we finished mile 2 and mile 3 became even harder at that point. Man, did that bridge taper on. I knew AE and I had to keep running until we hit the 5k mark. Unfortunately at one point, I found myself walking-something must have been miscommunicated between my legs and brain! But those 30 seconds were all I needed....

We were back to running, and we sure enough passed the bridge and hit the 5k mark. After pretending like I was a super runner, drinking my Gatorade in the sexiest way and thus spilling it on myself, we were back to running. To say I was excited to hit the 4th mile marker is an understatement. I thought I may cry at how proud I was to finally have ran 4 miles! And so we did pass it. And I was grinning again. Then we ran to 5, huzzah! "Even longer I have ran:)" I thought to myself. However, since the designers of the race decided to have us runners constantly running at an incline (didn't realize that bridge was constantly inclining...) my feet, ankles, and knees BURNED! It was an awful feeling but I had to continue and I really couldn't let myself down.

AE and I post race!

But then came the most grueling moment: between 5 and 6, my lower body just wanted to quit. Instead of having a grin plastered to my face, I looked like I was in anguish. I quickly tried to change my appearance but to no avail. We had to slow down and my legs were about to give out. We walked for about 2 minutes and then forced ourself to begin running again. We could tell we were nearing the end of the race. We saw Marines on the side of the road and I began high-fiving for strength (which ended up with me having a high five slapped in my face!) But finally we hit the 6 mile marker! Even though you couldn't see it in my face, I know my brain was registering faint feelings of ecstasy "can't nothing..bring me down......" I felt a surge of power when I heard the Marine yell it was our final stretch. I could do this. It was an amazing feeling, until I saw the incredibly steep incline. But above that? The beautiful FINISH line! 

My feet turned vertical. I was running with every part of my body, trying to block out the Marines yelling for us to stay to one side. Trying to will my body NOT to stop. This was no time to pansy out! We plateaud, and we were even closer to the finish line. All of a sudden there were so many spectators and the end was in sight that I genuinely thought I may relieve myself from both ends. Oh dear! Nerves! Excitement! What if I can't make it?! I began high-fiving the Marines on the side to get myself ready to cross the line and all of a sudden? That was it. We finished. I looked over to the clock and saw 1:19. WOW! We did it in less than our corral time! And to top it off? Our net time was 1:12:09.

He gave me my medal!

To say I am happy, overjoyed, and pleased by this race would be an understatement. I never thought I would be able to run 6 miles in my LIFE. Without having trained, we were able to run it in a decent time and stop only for 2 and a half minutes to walk. Milestone #2: complete a 10k, COMPLETE! I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I'm ready to "train" for a 10-miler. Tip to anybody who wants to run a race: don't forget to smile! That's what got me through it!

Just when you think you can't achieve something big, take a leap, and you'll be surprised by the view :)

The view from the Memorial was worth it :)

Can't nothing...bring me down...

The Joys of Finding Happiness in Your Life

Ever since I can remember, I was called the “happy child” in my family. I guess I would always be smiling or be in an upbeat mood but I couldn’t help it; I hated when there was strife in my family. I realized a smile could go a long way when my parents were fighting or my sisters were in bad moods. However, as I grew older, life’s challenges became more difficult to conquer with just a smile.

During the first four months of this year, my life felt turned upside down. My happiness was gone, and I couldn’t find a solution for it. Long story short, the fact that I didn’t have a job, was dealing with a minor foot injury, and a few other factors left my outlook on life a bit bleak. I got a job (yay!!!!) but still didn’t feel satisfied. A bit later, a person who was very close and important to me ceased to be close. I was at a standstill and everything came to a head. This person who was supposed to be there for me no longer was, and I was left wondering what to do.

*Note: this blog entry isn’t a sob story, but a story of my journey to find happiness...

One of my favorite quotes is by Eleanor Roosevelt, who coincidentally is one of my favorite First Ladies: “Happiness is not a goal, it’s a by-product.” This quote is pretty insightful, and I find that it’s 100% true. Happiness is a feeling, and it’s produced in reaction to an event, a situation, and an action. When I was left wondering what to do, I went through feelings of disbelief, anger, sadness, and then acceptance of my situation. I eventually decided to be proactive in my life instead of reactive. I knew that I wouldn’t be immediately happy, but I would have to work to find that happiness. After all, it’s a by-product of my choices, right?

With Kirsten after our 5k!

I can’t say that I had a grand plan for my journey to happiness. But I can say that I had a fighting spirit. I knew that I value health and fitness, volunteering, and friendships so I began working on those aspects in my life. I signed up for a 5k as a volunteer runner for a girl with a nonprofit that promotes fitness among adolescent girls to boost their confidence. On race day, I had a grand time running alongside Kirsten, knowing that my presence was [hopefully] helping her feel motivated to finish the longest run she’s done in her life. I began eating healthier; taking salads for lunch and running 5ks on my own after work. Knowing that I was in control of my body helped me feel more in control of my life. I also began spending more time with friends and family. The simple realization that there are people in this life that care for you in your times of need is pretty powerful. I love my friends and family for that.

As time passed, I focused on myself and harnessing that happiness that I absentmindedly lost. I appreciated the sunshine on a beautiful day, the small interactions with strangers, and the milestones I was reaching with my running. In the past two months, I've ran two 5k races, tried three different kinds of exercise classes, made new friends, and sang songs at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down in the car. I've never let a sunny day pass without noting how happy I am to be alive and seeing the sun shining down on me. Although this sounds perfectly packaged and wrapped up with a bow, there were hard days for me, too. But I have found that every bad day you have is a reminder of how good things can be. And how good they will be, the next day.

Feeling confident after my 5k!

Tonight I was sitting out on the lawn at a town center, enjoying the USA World Cup game against Portugal. For a brief moment I looked down at my dress and thought that I was happy with my body. It was the briefest, most inconsequential moment. But upon realization, that small thought that passed was one of the most defining moments of this journey. For the first time that I can remember, I’m happy with my body and it came from within. I dislike arrogance and self-promotion, so I keep these thoughts to myself. But tonight as I walked away from the game, I ran into a friend’s mom, who hasn’t seen me since graduation over a year ago. The first thing she said to me was “you look great! Have you been working out?” which has become what people tend to say when they see me for the first time in a while. It’s rather humbling to hear that, as I shy away from compliments, but it’s equally as wonderful!

Hearing that I look healthier doesn’t make me wonder what I used to look like before (like every other girl…), it makes me realize that my hard work has paid off. I’ve tried my best to be proactive to life’s challenges, and there are some days I am just as happy as that happy child once was. For me, happiness is a goal, but I must remember it is actually a by-product of my choices and decisions in this life. As I go forward in life, I will try and stay “on top of the world”* instead of lying conquered by it. There will be unbearable days, but those will be the days that remind you of how much better life really can be. It’s all about perspective, and I challenge you to change yours to find the happiness in your life :).

P.S.: the best part is, I’m in charge of my own happiness :)

*Quite possibly the best “happy” songs, and one that’s been on repeat for the past couple months :)

The Joys of Compromise and Resilience

If you've read my blog, you know that I took up running over the summer and started working toward meeting running and fitness goals. I began meeting these goals, losing body fat % and increasing my pace. It was a great hobby that was both healthy and fulfilling and I was seeing great success. However, once I started my internship, I began running less often; running only a few times a month. It became difficult to manage a full time work schedule and exercise (no excuses...) but inevitably my running hobby got pushed to the side. But this blog post isn't about how I started running less, it's about something that came from it.

Lots of walking NYC!

On the last day of my internship in late December, I walked from downtown DC to Georgetown, where Jeremy works to meet up with him. Halfway through the 25 minute walk, I began feeling pain in my right heel. Granted, I was wearing unsupportive flats, but it was an unfamiliar and strange bruise-like pain. I ignored it, but it persisted. A week later, my family went to Manhattan and as tourists we walked. A lot. Half the time we were there, we were walking. My foot pain continued but I ignored it. 

After the race all smiles :)

Less than a week later I ran a New Year's 5k with Jeremy. He was so wonderfully understanding, maintaining my slow pace and never once running ahead of me. We ended up running through the finish line together (Which was very exciting! I completed a 5k!) However, about halfway through the race my foot pain flared up. My ankle felt so weak and I was getting stabbing pains in my right foot. This was bad, and I knew it. I ended up resting my foot for a few days and when the heel pain persisted, I visited a podiatrist.

After an x-ray that proved no serious issues and a close inspection of my foot, my doctor announced that I have plantar fasciitis, an inflammation of the band under my foot. I got prescribed anti-inflammatories and given some foot exercises to alleviate the pain. After ten days of medication and exercises, I was left with persistent pain. A couple painful weeks, disappointed days, and a follow up later, I didn't know what to do next. Anti-inflammatories didn't help, I couldn't go back to running even though my internship was finished, and it was painful to walk long distances. I decided to do some research on my own and learned plantar fasciitis can persist for years. But I also learned that exercising my foot helps alleviate the pain and biking is a "safe" cardio exercise for a person with plantar fasciitis. So last week I entered the gym determined to successfully bike. And I am happy to say that I have taken up bike riding at my gym! Although I still love taking spin classes, at times the pressure I place on my foot when spinning uphill can be painful, so having the stationary bike option is great.

15 miles in 45 minutes!

Most recently, Jeremy and I have decided to have a "bike challenge." He's training for a triathlon and I am trying to get better at bike riding, so this works great for us both. In one week, we have a goal of biking 60 miles. Whoever gets to 60 first wins, and chooses the penalty for the loser. I'm excited to kick his butt and win!

Although plantar fasciitis is a common injury, having a physical weakness runs the risk of breaking down your emotional strength. There were times I was down that I couldn't go to the gym and go for a run, or stand for hours in the kitchen cooking without experiencing foot pain. But I learned that when faced with a difficult and unsolvable condition, it's important to find a positive in your situation. For me, it was compromising and learning that I can still exercise. Although I can't run anymore, I can bike and my resilience has given me my emotional strength back. I'm going to be just as successful at biking as I was at running! I'm excited for our bike challenge and I'm grateful Jeremy is just as supportive of my biking as he was of my running. Stay tuned to see who wins... :)

The Joys of Following Your Passion

Not very many people can say that they have gotten the opportunity to follow their passion in the real world of jobs and working. I can personally say right now, *knock on wood* that I have been given that opportunity. You are reading the words of a finally employed working girl! It took me five months from graduation day, but I finally am working-as an intern!

After countless applications, a few interviews, and a LOT of waiting, I was asked to work as an intern at the headquarters office of a non-profit organization in Washington, D.C. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. You see, I graduated with a Business major but was able to explore my passion for community service and non-profit work while I was in college. It wasn't the typical service trip or volunteering at random events. My freshman year I began volunteering as a tutor at a family life center, helping underprivileged school-aged children with their homework after school. This led to a promotion as head volunteer, then being on staff for the community service club organizing the tutoring and various other community service programs and events, then eventually leading the organization my senior year. By the end of my college career, I knew non-profit work was for me.

You may be thinking, an internship? That's what she's going on about? I can attest firsthand to the difficulty of obtaining an entry-level full-time salaried job right out of college in this day and age. Many of my friends are interning, and I firmly believe you can't get anywhere unless you start from the bottom. But anyway...

Non-profit work is for me. I have enjoyed helping people ever since I can remember and with every NPO I applied to, I made sure their cause was one with which I aligned myself. Funny enough, when I applied to this internship, I wrote a passionate and heartfelt cover letter about the cause. Never before in my job search had I been so genuine in my cover letter. (Guess that paid off :) ) The NPO I work for strives to end childhood hunger in America. Hunger has been my "cause" since I became passionate about humanitarianism back in my younger years. I personally have never struggled with hunger, but the plight has been one with which I am able to sympathize. Many people take food and the nutrients that come with it for granted. For most, hunger is the absence of food for a few hours. For some, hunger is the inability to get proper nutrients, a hot dinner, a proper meal, etc. This inability for latter folk is often covert and many are not aware of how a large group of people go hungry in our country (and world, of course.)

Food is a very basic right we take for granted. It is so essential to our existence yet many are hungry in this country. How is that possible, when there is so much food consumption and waste! My interest in this cause is what has made me excited for my internship. No matter what I do during my work days, I know the effort I put in will be helping the organization get one step closer to ending childhood hunger in America. But fast forward to today, as I reflect back on my first week at SNPO (let's call my work place that-Shay's Non Profit Organization.)

I love it! From the commute to the people to the location, I am enjoying it. Everybody is so wonderfully pleasant and friendly and working in D.C. has quite an advantage, especially since I am at the Headquarters office. My favorite part though, is something minor. I attend a lot of meetings (apparently that's what it's all about-meetings, conference calls, and more meetings!) and in them we discuss various things. But I leave realizing, "wow, we meet to discuss the progress the organization is making towards ending childhood hunger in America." It's a stark contrast to what I've learned as a Business student. In for-profit organizations, the goal is to make a bottom line and maximize profits for clients. To be reminded that this wonderful group of people come to work every day to help end childhood hunger in the country they live in makes me feel like I chose the right passion and sector to explore. :)

So, there's the first week in a nutshell. Lots of smiles and getting accustomed to a new schedule. I'm signing off now to enjoy the rest of my weekend, but check back later on an update! Until next time :)

The Joys of New Beginnings

Happy Autumnal Equinox! 

Or rather, first day of Autumn. Today marks the first day of the fall season, and people are already prepared. When September 1^st rolled around, not only did Starbucks begin selling their infamous Pumpkin Spice Lattes again, but there was an overwhelming supply for it. This confused me. It’s 80 degrees out but everybody is tweeting about and posting photos of their pumpkin spice lattes-or PSLs! I’ve been racking my brain for the past three weeks to figure out why there is a sudden obsession with this drink and premature love for the new season. I think I figured it out…

Source: psl.starbucks.com

Although three out of four weeks of September are still sitting in summer, people equate September with the start of school and back-to-school shopping (filled with cardigans, new jeans, boots) staples of the fall season. Although Halloween is almost two months away, it still feels right around the corner. After Labor Day, pools close, wearing white is taboo, and fall begins. However, as I am sitting here writing this, I glance out to my backyard, still green with the leaves of summer. Has everyone forgot that it is still summer? After giving it some thought, I have come to three conclusions as to why people have jumped into fall.

1. Fall-themed products, flavors, and ideas are already out on the market.

I am not immune to this. Although I complain about people loving their first cup of PSL of the season, I picked up a bag of Godiva pumpkin spice flavored ground coffee the first week of September. I don’t regret it: with every sip I feel warmth and familiarity and am reminded of crispy, colorful leaves and pumpkin patches. My new issue of Cooking Light came, and my head is full of exciting fall desserts I MUST try. When I go to the grocery store, there are already aisles of candy for Halloween. Why do businesses do this? Well, extra revenue, of course, among other things…

2. Social media’s rising role in our everyday lives has increased the irritating effect of excess sharing.

Last year, I don’t remember an obsession with Pumpkin Spice Lattes. This year, it’s all I see on Twitter and Instagram. You got your first cup of the season? Go ahead and take a photo of it and share it with your friends so they can see what you’re doing and how awesome it is. I even shared a photo of my coffee (see above) a week ago. Unnecessary sharing can be irritating, but in our modern world it has become a norm.

3. A new season means a new beginning and a fresh start.

Do you ever feel excited when the first of the month rolls around? As if the bad memories and hard times of the previous month can be wiped out because you’re beginning a fresh month. Kind of like the New Year. Well a new season seems similar. Fall seems like an apt time to start anew, and it is likely that people feel excitement upon this new start. It’s like a new beginning. And surely, that is something for which to be joyful. :)

Another Type of Beginning

And speaking of new beginnings and joy, I’m so pleased to say I’ve made progress with my exercise regimen! In the beginning of September, I got my body fat percentage checked and it has gone down 1.1%. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting a decline. Although I worked hard for those five weeks, I still didn’t believe I could bring it down. But it was an amazing feeling because my hard work paid off and it was evident. I learned a few things through this process that I will share with you:

1. You have to get out of your comfort zone for results.

I am not a runner, but I got out of my comfort zone and would run my farthest and further if I was physically capable. Work harder than you think you can.

2. Do something you enjoy.

I recently discovered spinning, and I LOVE IT! It is so much fun and a great way for me to enjoy my work out.

3.  Surround yourself with positive and supportive people.

This has helped me so much. I appreciate all the support Jeremy has given me and it has motivated me to work harder. (Shout out! :) )

So here is to new beginnings, whether it be 1.1% worth of body fat less or to a new season. I have a feeling this new season will be a good one. :)

After my longest run to date. Very happy!

The Joys of Getting Healthy

Since graduating from college, I’ve noticed a trend among my friends: a focus on health and fitness. Everyone around me has begun trying to losing weight, getting in shape, and being healthy. Why has this trend come about so suddenly? And I realize: it’s that post-college mind set.

What I think of when I imagine college kids.
(Source: theoatmeal.com)

Personally, I have always worked towards maintaining a healthy lifestyle while aiming to work out as often as I am motivated to. But once I got to college, my lifestyle drastically changed. There was food at arm’s length that I only ate once a month with my family; there was soda-a forbidden liquid in my household; not to mention the alcohol-carbohydrates in liquid form. All my discipline went out the window as I began to enjoy my new lifestyle because with all that schoolwork, you’ve got more important things to stress over, right? (Definitely not…)

I think everybody changed a little in college, whether they tried to or not. Summers in between college were a chance to try and reverse that physical change and get back on to the healthy wagon: eat healthier at home, drink less, work out more. But what makes this summer different? Everybody is fervently working towards that healthy lifestyle they had pre-college. I think it’s because we are out of that black hole of junk food and stress. And there is no more college to go back to and gain back all the weight you’ve just tried to lose.

I have friends who eat only fruits and vegetables as meals. I have friends who work out multiple times a day and are doing exercise regimens. I have friends constantly obsessing over their weight. And me? Well I was happy to lose five pounds after graduation just from adjusting to a new lifestyle. But then, slowly by slowly I began making little changes, and I am excited to share them with you!

A screenshot of my "best" run with Nike +.

In July, I began running (with the encouragement of Jeremy!) I downloaded the app he uses: Nike +. It tracks my distance, pace, and I am able to share my runs with various social media outlets. This gave me great motivation to go for runs outside. Gradually I got better at running. Recently, I joined a gym! I have been trying my best to go as often as I can. I had a consultation with the Director of Personal Training, who measured my body fat percentage, BMI, and weight. This was a helpful meeting because he told me what I need to focus on: lowering my body fat percentage. Apparently, my weight is not as important as reducing the percentage. This gave me a new perspective on “losing weight,” as it has always been a number I have focused on reducing.

With the Director’s help, I was given stretches to strengthen my legs to help with my running, we created a strength-training regimen to work on losing fat, and we talked about various cardio workouts. One cardio workout I tried at the gym is the spinning class they offer. What a great experience! I love biking so the class wasn’t too challenging and was a fun and energetic time. I definitely suggest it to people looking for fun cardio workouts.

Becoming healthier is definitely beneficial for everyone and I commend all my friends for working toward it. As for me, I will continue to do my simple exercises and try group fitness classes and see where it takes me. But who knew that college would be such a strong motivation to get healthy?! What I have learned this summer is not to push yourself completely out of your comfort zone (turkey sandwiches are healthy enough lunches compared to fruits and vegetables) but rather to get accustomed to something out of your comfort zone gently. The results will be gradual but ultimately rewarding. Another joy of being in your twenties: your metabolism is working well enough for you to see results! Good luck to everyone and I will update my blog on my successes in losing body fat percentage, weight, and becoming healthier!

The Joys of a Book Club

One of the joys of being in your twenties is the ability to experiment with all sorts of ideas and passions. My most recent experiment is a book club. You may be thinking, “book club? I thought those were for older women who drink tea and little sandwiches,” Well actually, I have no idea what you are thinking. But what I was thinking is detailed below—and this is most certainly not your grandmother’s book club!

I was fortunate enough to form a bond with a few girls in college, and we are a close-knit group. Post college we live near each other so it is fairly easy to meet up with a friend one-on-one. However—aside from birthdays—it is hard to meet up as a group. That is where my book club idea came to mind. Meeting up as a group to discuss something as enjoyable as a book would surely give us a chance to also catch up on each other’s lives. In order to make the idea a reality, I thought up a few guidelines:

·      Invite any and all friends who are interested in discussing books
·      One rule: choose a book that will facilitate discussion
·      The person that chooses the book should host the discussion

The book we discussed.

·      Rotate book chooser/discussion hosts every month
·      Be open to inviting whomever would like to join

They are pretty simple guidelines, right? I have learned a few things from forming this book club that I will share with you because after all your twenties are about trying out new ideas! A person needs patience for new ideas to work. Some people will be too busy to read the book; some may not meet on the discussion date. But if there is one thing I have learned in working towards making this club work, is that you shouldn’t give up. If you have a passion or a great idea, work toward its fruition tirelessly because the outcome will be worth all the trouble!

Goodies!

Today I had my first book club discussion meeting! Only four out of the usual six of us were able to meet today, but we still made it work. We discussed "Love the One You're With" by Emily Giffin. I set up the patio deck outside to look nice and inviting for the guests. I baked pink lemonade cookies, made homemade guacamole, and made homemade iced tea (for the first time.) Thankfully, a friend of mine brought food as well (what a hospitable gesture!)

Patio deck ready to go.

About five minutes into our discussion amid dark clouds, it began raining. And not just sprinkles, this was full on heavy rain! I was thinking, “of course this would happen!” But I thought of what I said before. If you want something to work, don’t let anything get in your way. So we came inside and discussion began for about an hour.

Pleasantly surprised, I began taking notes. Here are some of my thoughts:
 ·      You don’t necessarily need to have discussion questions, you can just ask what people thought of the book, the ending, etc.
·      It is helpful to focus on the characters of the book
·      Keep asking questions and for people's opinions

Throughout the discussion I began getting a clearer meaning of the book. It helped to talk through issues like character development, themes, character motives, and more. Towards the end of the discussion I was reminded why I started this book club. Not only was it a way to get back together again as college friends but it was a chance to talk intellectually and share our thoughts about a book. In this day and age it is easy to focus on shallow things like celebrities and gossip what with the many facets at our fingertips feeding us all this information. But if you can set aside an hour a month to discuss something as simple as a book, you won’t regret it.

I am pleased to say that my first major experiment as a post college-grad twenty something year old was successful! At the end, somebody volunteered to choose the next book. I am glad I was able to share this idea with you and I hope it inspires you to do something as against the grain as this!

Got my iced tea and cookies!