Became My Hero

Here comes the Yankees. Don't hate, I will always be a Yankees fan. Actually, the Yankees is one of the reasons why I haven't written lately- I really wanted to wait 'til we'd win the championship to update. However, the more I thought about it the more I knew it had to be now before I'd get busy with something else.

This semester has not been what I expected. Who would have thought that doing what you love could cause so much stress? Maybe I'm not doing what I love? No, it's not that. I hope (fingers crossed).

When I was little, I happened to read Leonardo da Vinci's biography and the guy kinda became my hero. He was a polymath, scientist, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, musician and writer. It was the first time that I knew of someone being able to do so many things in only one lifetime. I wanted to be just like him. I still do.

This is what created the problem= me wanting to do more than I can do. Or maybe I can? At the end of the day, I don't know. I'm tired and have been since I can remember. What I do know though, is that if I can make it through this semester successfully (including good grades and keeping my GPA at or above 3.9), I know I'll be able to make it through anything.

But for right now, we're up by 2.

It's Not Rocket Science

Against any recommendations, I'm on my feet, battling a fever and a sore throat. I've always said that we can cheat our bodies; pretend we're fine and maybe our brains will buy it. Obviously this doesn't always work but you can't blame a gal for trying.

I was able to enroll in that Italian class I want to take so badly. And I'm hoping I don't change my mind later because the classes I have for next semester can't be dropped. I either take them or I take them. And college applications to transfer are coming up soon.

Tomorrow I'll volunteer from very early 'til a little after noon. And then get the textbooks I didn't buy online. Everything seems to be sailing fine.

This morning, I was watching on HBO the movie Rocket Science (2007). This film brings us the story about a boy who stutters but decides to join his high school debate team (yes, Lizzi, it made me think about you- have you seen it?). He really joins because of this girl that he's attracted to who is a great debater in the team.

As I have a no-spoilers policy, I'll only discuss something from the movie that can't be missed. The boy at some point says to one of his friends, "one day you'll find love and everything will be different." And this line certainly struck one of the weakest nerves inside of me.

I've been there (in love), but I've also been a non-believer. It's pure logic, when we share with someone we love, we enjoy it more. When we do something we love, we wish we didn't have to stop. When we. . . well, you get the idea.

This is one of those things that it's so damn obvious, that we choose to ignore it at times. When one of my friends asked me why I work for free (volunteer) when I could be hanging out with friends, I told him that even though I loved my friends, I get a nice hint of happiness in me when I'm helping others (and either way I always make time for my friends).

It's not rocket science, when we do something we love, we just simply do it better. Are you doing what you love?