Update. Went camping this past weekend, had a fantastic time. New internship (with FRP II) is infiltrating all parts of my life. Thoughts are twofold: this is interesting, and I’m really unqualified. Contemplating some kind of new project because I feel restless and unfulfilled. Dramatic, I know. Am in the midst of a dietary cleanse because I want to feel clean from the inside out. So far, I just think about Nutella a lot and what I’m going to eat when it’s over. Started writing this post in choppy sentences because the thought of all my Arabic homework makes me ashamed to be doing anything else. Feel like I’m writing a telegram. Stop.
KEEP READING. I know, listen, I know that this kind of thing (expressing what you are grateful for on a day with the appropriate title) has become trite and banal and whatever other adjective I can throw out that means the equivalent of lame. But I do want to offer up a list of the things I am very, very thankful for. These, in no particular order:
Amman, for being difficult and hilarious
My English class, for trying really hard and making work fun
Fulbright, for the new and wonderful people I now can call my good friends
My iPhone (whatever, it’s changed my life)
Encouragement from friends back in America
Finding a Bible study here
Learning how to cook (ish)…ya3ni I’m working on this
My gym, Fitness First (habibi, you deserve an entire post)
Having a million cardigans
My sleepover ladiez (you know who you are)
Taxis that don’t overcharge
My crazy and beautiful family
Finally, everyone in my life that loves and appreciates me, regardless of my tendency to always be on the verge of tears or over-commit to—just, life and all its feelings. There’s a better way to word that I’m sure, bas khalas you know what I mean. You make it easy to be myself, to be open and vulnerable with people I meet and get excited about the prospect of forming new relationships because of the ones I already have. Thank you, a million times.
In my opinion, an important read: Arab Liberals and Gaza: Or Why We Must Re-Define Resistance.
Taken from my phone: Fulbright Thanksgiving dinner was last night! Ate way too much food, schmoozed with some people, overall had a great time. This was my plate #1…yep.
Love is holy because it is like grace–the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead