Six years ago, I read online that practicing breathing exercises could help reduce anxiety. I didn’t anticipate that some of my most profound personal moments would eventually arise from nurturing these moments of silence.
Sincerity. Empathy. Altruism. Forgiveness. Despite being titled as rare, these qualities aren’t so distant. Each of us has an infinite reservoir of compassion and healing within us, should we choose to open our hearts to it.
“Tearing up silence, killing time. Drinking our feelings on it, tasted like wine.”
It’s hard losing a dog; it’s harder losing one of your best friends.
Year 3; 2015-2016 I entered my third and final year at UO with mixed notions of confidence and intimidation. Maintaining secure and healthy relationships with close friends brightened my optimism. At the same time, I had no clue what I was getting into, in regards to work and classes: a …
Year 2; 2014-2015 The week before my sophomore year began, Tim was excitedly attempting to assure me that my upcoming term would be enjoyable. I would be living in a sorority house after all! How could it not be fun? /sarcasm
Year 1; 2013-2014 When my parents dropped me off at Bean East, the infamous worst dorm at the University of Oregon, they left me with a careless impression of, “Figure it out, kid.” With no expectations, or better yet– understandings of college, I was at a loss at first.