Finding Nilimo

So...it's time for my annual "What am I thankful for?" post!  Actually...that's a lie.  I don't even know if I posted one last year...or the year before that...or the year before that.  Frankly, I just wanted to use the word "annual" because it makes it seem like I uphold tradition...but really...I'm a sham. ANYWAY...I guess it's never too late to start a post like this so...here goes! I'm thankful for: 1. My shoes...Without them I would just be...barefoot. 2. My clothes...Without them I would just be...naked. 3. My scrubs...Without them I would just be...kicked out of the ER for looking like some random child who decided to traipse in.  There are a few of those, anyway...so maybe I'd fit in... 4. My music...Without it my runs (and studying) would be oh-so-boring. 5. My stripes...Without them my wardrobe would be largely plaid/checkered...and largely non-existent. 6. My camera...Without it... your   life would be so much more..

I realize I haven't posted anything in a while...so it's about time for another ramble-y, complaint-ridden message.  Get ready to listen to some whining...if you actually read this, that is. So a while back, I wrote a post basically saying I wanted to change.  That's still true.  I did change...but...for whatever reason, I didn't change in the way I had wanted to. Of course, that makes sense.  Change, for me, is something that's primarily reactive - to my surroundings, to other people, to events that occur in my life.  Whether this is actually true or not, I always seem to have little  control over the changes I go through. I came to the realization the other day, that I'm not the same person I was in high school...and I'm not even the same person I was at the start of college - or even during my sophomore year.  I think, largely, I used to be happier.  I used to not care about what people thought of me.  I used to not care about how I looked or the wa