TSP 54: 5 Years Later

I feel like my life has been chronicled incompletely by random blogs on the internet that have been spaced out with years missing inbetween. It is crushingly humbling to read them over and discover a time when you were so young, and so stupid.
I'm married now to that handsome sweet man I met in pharmacy school. We've been married for 2 years. Oh, and I'm a pharmacist with an awesome job in ambulatory care working with patients to manage their blood thinners, improve their life with diabetes, serve as a resource for primary care docs, and occasionally actually work in a traditional pharmacy. I don't  have a house, or a Great Dane named Condor, but I do have a Corgi Chihuahua mix named Yoshi. Im still struggling to find love for myself, but Im a lot more chill than I've ever been before.
This was a weird, short post of a rambling tired introspective nerd. Im going to bed.

TSP 53

It seems that I am driven to write when my mood wavers. Perhaps that is why I haven't posted in so long. I wanted to pretend as though I was happier than the moon. My life for all respective reasons is amazing - I am pursuing a doctorate degree and getting along alright, I have an apartment in a wonderful part of town, with all the ammenities (dishwasher, washer and dryer), a boyfriend that cares and is kind, parents that love me and miss me, and friends that are far but so very close.

When people find out about some of my more conservative choices - abstinence, being drug-free, being committed to my schoolwork and career - they tell me that I need more life experiences. I sometimes question my own choices and consider regretting my decisions. The truth is that I've had just too many life experiences. I am proud of who I am. Or I should be, even if I don't always expresss it.

I wish I had more to say.

Sincerely,
Sarah Buterblog

TSP 52: Whoops almost a whole month

Hi there -

So I didn't dedicate myself to this very strongly did I? Its been a month since my last post. It seems that I come to this place when I feel reflective about my life and in a mood to make decisions about my future. Usually that is not the best times for me either - in the middle of exams and late at night, or when I feel home sick, either way I end up writing something depressing.

I am a bit home sick. I got some news today - just more family drama - but it shook me up a little bit. I'm scared that things will change for the worse. And I miss my mom. But enough of the depressing - my life is so rich, so full of love. I am truly blessed. Blessed to be easily fulfilling my dreams, to be in Seattle, to have the best friends, both near and very far, that I could have ever hoped for.

But enough of my sad and happy drama - It seems like I have one person checking this blog every once and awhile and I owe it to you - that one person - to say something interesting. What do you want to know? Ask me anything. If I don't know, I'll figure it out.

Sincerely,
Sarah Buterblog