"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast" - Oscar Wilde

             I’ve always regarded blogging as an art form of sorts, one that I have neither an aptitude for, nor the least bit of experience in.  But here I am…writing on a blog- so bear with me.  Well, here goes:

Upon trudging out of bed at the ungodly hour of 6:30 this morning, the first seemingly coherent thought I had- after cursing the world for having the conception that morning was EVER a good idea- was a quote by Oscar Wilde. "Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast” (He seems to have the right idea).  But unfortunately, class starts at 8:30. So although I have the support of a notable playwright on my assertions, it seems that academia and society once again have the upper hand.  With this, day two of second semester (I refuse to call it “Spring Semester”…have you been outside recently?!?) commenced.  Surprisingly, with the exception of bitter cold and the inevitable morning, the day seemed to go rather well.  Classes are interesting, heavily laden with homework, but intriguing nonetheless.  I’m also happy to inform you all that my Anthropology prof knows the word yes (more updates on this to come). 

            Upon reading over what I’ve written thus far, I’ve noticed that I seem to complain- a lot.  Certainly, I’m not the only one who is sick of the weather and finding it difficult to get back into the swing of studying, but this really isn’t an excuse.  Because even more than the fact that it was cold today, even though I woke up far earlier than I would have liked, and even though the mass of my backpack could contend with that of an overweight toddler- life is filled with beauty.  Yes, this is cheesy- but it’s true.  So often it comes in the most unexpected ways.  Such as the patch of sunshine I encountered while walking to practice in the music building (which resulted in a fleeting, but glowing warmth), or the way the snow sparkles, or something as simple as the laughter of friends.  Or maybe- just maybe- true beauty lies in the salad bar on the days when feta cheese is served.  I think that I’ve rambled enough for one day, so I’ll leave you with this: It may be dark, cold, and too early, but life is too short to spend it complaining.  Take time to find beauty in the little things in life- you might be surprised at what you’ll find.

Until Next Time,

Zoë