I find it hard to communicate anything without first giving a back story, so allow me to give you another. I grew up in a home where listening to non-christian music was not encouraged, and occasionally met with disdain. As a child, my favorite bands were Switchfoot and Relient K (as these were Christian rock and acceptable listening material). Upon telling someone of a new band or artist which I discovered, I would usually be met with the ‘Are they a christian band’ question. If they were not, I’d best be ready to understand anything and everything which these artists stood for and have the ability to interpret their lyrics on a deep metaphorical level. If I wore a band tee of a secular artist, this conversation would eventually arise, and I have avoided sharing music with others to avoid such conversations with others. Until now.
I have lived in the same house nearly my entire life. On Friday morning, the purchase and sale agreement will be signed and a new occupant will be living there. The thought of not waking up at 850 South Main Street again is as alien to me as a planet in a distant galaxy. Everything I’ve experienced in life has in some way included this building, this place I’ve called home for over 20 years. To say it feels bittersweet is an understatement. This mixture of emotions is happening on a much greater magnitude than I expected. Excuse me, while I become overtly nostalgic. Let’s take a trip down memory lane.
I’ve always had a passing interest in soap. However, it wasn’t until recently that I decided to take the plunge and make it myself. Many times I’d talk myself out of entering this venture because I lacked the materials, knowledge, and the confidence to work with lye. After having $300 of “use it or lose it” UMass dining dollars left over from the 2016-17 school year, I decided to purchase $150 worth of snacks for my road trip which I took earlier in the summer. The other $150 dollars were spent on 6 bottles of severely overpriced olive oil. In that moment of carrying those bottles of green gold back to my car that fateful spring day, I knew that they were destined to become soap, and that there was still much work to be done.
Let me preface this post by saying that this has little to do with physical treadmills and metal coins, but rather, it’s about the seemingly never-ending cycles that we encounter in our lives and what we do to break out of them. This summer I have taken 4 classes for school while working 25-30 hours a week, so needless to say, I have felt like a gerbil running on a wheel. This SpongeBob clip perfectly sums up how my summer has gone.
Ah, Health. What a loaded word. As someone who is studying to become a Registered Dietitian, this word (and concept) is thrown around like a frisbee at a barbecue. For most of my childhood and adolescent years, I never even thought about what it meant to be healthy. It has only been for the past 3-4 years that I have made it a priority of mine to seek health, and I’m still learning about what it really means to be healthy every day.
Hello and Welcome to my blog! My name is Greg if you haven’t already learned that by now (or have known me for some amount of time). I’ve never had a blog although I’ve always had a passing interest in blogging, so I decided to finally take the plunge. I’m starting this blog more or less to be a creative outlet and to ponder the things in life which I find interesting. Hopefully you might it interesting as well. The fact of the matter is that this blog really has no intended purpose other than to be a place to post my thoughts. I’ve always found blogs to be somewhat cliche, but in an effort to cut down on my cynicism ,I’ve decided to throw my thoughts and random musings out there for everyone to see. I hope that this is an enjoyable experience for both myself and you, the reader (whomever you may be).