Wild

10:40. Sitting at work. Nothing like getting a call while out to dinner: "Hi, Bridget, I think you are supposed to work 20 minutes ago." So, my plans to play scales and attend my normal Sunday night Compline service were cancelled, and here I am.

I'm thankful for my roommate Ji-Yeon. Besides being an all around amazing listener, inspiring violinist, and exceptional fried chicken maker...I was in a bad mood last night, and she helped me convince us that we needed to go see a movie. We went to the Little Theater in Rochester. For $8 you get to sit in the most uncomfortable movie theater seats known to man, however, I'd go back any day for the cozy atmosphere, live jazz in the cafe, and sense of community. It was just what I needed. 

The Movie: We saw Wild. I read the book over my winter break, and my expectations for good books made movies are always pretty low. The movie was amazing though; I recommend it one hundred times over. The most meaningful parts of the book were brought to life on screen in an uncomplicated manner, the soundtrack was spot on, and the acting was phenomenal. 

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
— Cheryl Strayed (Author of Wild)