A few things I’m loving this week:
Variations of this “bird with a French fry” idea have been all over Pinterest and Etsy for a few months—but I’ve been particularly enjoying the sentiment this week. The first few weeks of grad school kind of felt like being sucked into a whirlpool. Part of the problem was that I needed to adjust my expectations (I can’t actually function on 4 hours of sleep a night), part of it was just gaining confidence (got an A on my first paper! Yay!), and part of it was organizing my schedule. So little by little, I’m transitioning into this new portion of my life. And this week I’m feeling much more confident, organized, and (yep, you guessed it) happier than a bird with a French fry. Because really, how lucky am I?
This song has pretty much been my soundtrack of the week.
Emma Goldman was a feminist and an anarchist at the turn of the 20th century. At a dance (at which she, apparently, was cutting loose) after a guy told her that agitators didn’t dance. Her response was awesome.
I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it. “I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody’s right to beautiful, radiant things.” Anarchism meant that to me, and I would live it in spite of the whole world — prisons, persecution, everything. Yes, even in spite of the condemnation of my own closest comrades I would live my beautiful ideal. (pg 56 of Living My Life)