Hey. Its been awhile. I got the feeling tonight that I needed to write to you. It was a long day. It was a day where I walked in the rain for at least 75 minutes. Umbrella shading me from the worst of it, but water soaking through my backpack, the front of my purse, the bottom of my coat. And it was okay. And by that I mean, I was okay, being in the rain. Im not always okay with things like that. Im not always so determined to have a good day. Im not always so determined to make the most of it. Of everything. Sometimes I start crying over filling out forms incorrectly, or the fear that I might be filling out forms incorrectly. Sometimes I start crying because the dentist wont call me back and sometimes I enter and exit five different stores because I cant decide what I want to eat. Sometimes, Im incredibly weak. Other times, Im strong. Like when Im getting through a Sunday morning Tabata Fitness class and push myself off the ground (literally) more than I thought possible. Or when Im writing my application essays for grad school in Narrative Medicine at Columbia (officially submitted on Thursday). Or when Im helping a songwriter find a way to get emotionally involved in a song she no longer feels connected to (just this afternoon!) Im working on a few projects right now that have nothing to do with music. Im figuring out what it means to not really identify with the term singer/songwriter at present, though it feels like the largest part of my past. Im getting obsessed with the world of healthcare and how we can use writing and literature to improve patient outcomes and the well-being of doctors themselves. Im thinking a lot about the word prescription and wondering if people can really accept that sometimes the prescription your doctor needs to give you isnt in the form of a pill, but that doesnt mean it isnt medicine. Sometimes the prescription is, Leave Your Marriage. Sometimes its Read Walt Whitman. Sometimes its Dont Stop Yourself From Crying. Sometimes its Commit to Something That Scares You. Sometimes its Get Off the Internet. What non-pill prescription would you give yourself for the rest of this evening? For this week? For this year? You can always reply back if you wish, or just keep it for yourself. Either way, Im here. Take care, Kerri Lowe
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:03:56 +0000
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