Quote of the Day:

The Doctor: I'm not a hero.

Robin Hood: Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be... perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps, we will both be stories. And may those stories never end."

Source: Doctor Who, Season 8, Episode 3


May we all be our own heroes.

Last Summer Night

Tonight was my last night of summer. It was the last night of reckless abandon with friends creating memories from last minute decisions. It was the last night of dodging the cops after illegal parking, stuffing my face with overpriced fries, blasting music as we drove (poorly) down the highway, and screaming to the heavens in the middle of a humid summer storm. And it was great.

There is no question in my mind that this has been a summer for the books. From exploring Boston with my brother and friends, old and new, to flying out to California twice to explore my dream company and visit family, to escaping to the beach with my sister and one of our best friends, to finally, finally getting to spend some time with my family and relax at home, I am so thankful for all that has happened. There is so much more I need to say but right now, I don't quite have the words.

Cue Rachael.

My friend wrote this blog post just a bit ago describing the night we just had. The post perfectly describes what I can only say was one of the most memorable concerts that I've been to. This summer has been stuffed full of moments like this and I wanted to make sure to include at least one of them on this blog. Rach, if you're reading, I hope you don't mind! Your words resounded with me and I wanted to share them.

"A moment

You step outside of yourself and realize that this is a moment, this is a 
memory you want to hold on to. And you know it will end, so you find 
yourself looking around, everywhere, left and right. Your nose grabs 
on to any smell it can. You try to embed every detail you can in your 
store of precious memories.

There I was, in the middle of a crowd, hunched under a hasty umbrella 
canopy my friend and I created. My free hand clung to hers and we inched 
our feet towards our chests. The rain persisted on our backs as the 
thunder pounded louder and louder. We were so very wet.

And it was glorious.

Yes, we came for Ed Sheeran. And yes, he completely blew me away with every
 note he hit, every harmony, every humble smile. But, I will forever remember 
the concert as that moment.
That moment under umbrellas.
That moment of screaming with the crowd at every lightning strike.
That moment of laughter at our wet selves.

That moment of finding joy in the storm."

Lifetimes

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