Content.

Content.

It is a strange word, in the sense that it can mean something so positive and yet it has an ironically unsatisfactory sense of being just enough (but not more) to make you feel fulfilled. "Peaceful happiness" versus merely being "satisfied." I'm not sure really where to take this other than this word is confusing to me.

Take the phrase:

I am content with my life.

Is this person at peace with her life? Or have all the to-dos and the tasks and the goals of life been marked off, and it merely ...satisfies?

A random musing, and a welcome back of sorts to everyone. Real life, as I've said before, has begun, hence why I've been so absent from my blog. Too many little things to post about (I had the goal of putting up the meals I made for myself, but then even I tired of that), too many big things to post about (teaching, working, sleeping, and everything else in between)... so, I'm left to wax poetic (or do whatever I was doing) on the meaning of the word 'content.' And even that wasn't quite satisfactory. I'll try not to rant and rave too much about my job, about food... hopefully Oh, but why not will take a look into what it's like starting out in real life.

In any case, fall has arrived! To get a sense of what I mean, take a look at when I last saw the entry of fall, in this blog post entitled Fall is here. The cool breeze is pretty vicious tonight, and I am lounging here contentedly (see what I mean? and I feel much more than satisfied..) in comfy pants and a long sleeve shirt.

In my comfiness, I've been reading the NY Times Sunday Styles. I'm not usually a huge fan of the Weddings/Celebrations section, but wow. Take a look at this slideshow. Just...beautiful. Simple. Elegant. Tasteful. I think I need to watch a rom-com and sigh.

I've reached a major milestone: I am done with my secondaries! Now on to the next step: interviews! I've been a bit mystic about the whole process, but I think I'm going to be done with that. So, be warned, reader, if you wish not to hear about the medical school process, there may be a few facts about my process scattered here and there (I've made it easy: see the new medschool tag, and avoid those posts if you wish not to read).

On a last note, I ran into someone who was in my fiction writing class, who (not sure if it was just flattery) had asked if I was continuing to write, since I was his favorite writer in the class. My answer was no, I hadn't, and that other things had come up. But, thanks, guy-in-my-fiction-writing-class. I think I might try to put pen to paper when I'm feeling it and see where it goes.

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