The limit approaches zero

One of the few concepts I (barely) remember from the calculus class I took junior year of high school, while recovering from what felt at the time like a terrible breakup (you sweet summer child), was that the limit approaches — but never reaches — zero. Until a few minutes ago, when my friend Google led me to the Wikipedia page for Asymptote, I had no recollection as to the circumstances under which said limit approaches zero. (Dated calc; married algebra.)

A Facebook friend, recently engaged, made the observation this week that you always look happier with your next partner than you ever have before. Her point was that the human heart is resilient; it can weather all manner of abuse and rejection and, after (according to Sex and the City) half of the time the relationship lasted has passed, it can move on to someone who’s a better fit — or at least a welcome distraction. (Yes, I’m referencing SATC in 2017. As a measure of how outdated that citation is, one of the search results that came up was an Angelfire page.)

No relationship is perfect. Even the partner you look so much happier with will sometimes let you down. But finding the right relationship is an iterative process, with each relationship moving you closer to perfection. I’ll admit that my own path toward the person I’m with now — who’s an engineer and liable to be irritated with my fundamental misunderstanding of math stuff — has not been a perfect asymptote. I’ve gotten closer to zero in some relationships, and farther from the axis in others. But I’ll always remember my maternal grandmother, comforting me after a college breakup by telling me that every relationship was an opportunity to learn more about what I did and did not want, until I would eventually know for certain what I wanted and find that person.

I have no idea how she knew this. My grandparents got married when my grandmother was 19 and stayed married until her death in her early 80s. None of the experiences I had before age 19 come close to approaching anything I could learn from — not because those experiences had nothing to teach me, but because I was incapable of learning. But maybe that was the point. My grandmother was of a different generation. When she was 20, she spent eight months wondering if her new husband, who was (unbeknownst to her) subsisting on rutabagas in a Nazi POW camp after his plane was shot down over Austria, would be coming home. People who must contemplate even the possibility of such a world approach everything differently. My grandmother’s 20 was not my 20.

At any rate, her advice struck a chord with 20-year-old me, and it stays with nearly 35-year-old me. I’ve made many mistakes in relationships — both in the selection process (if someone’s nickname is Crazy [X], abort) and in how I’ve handled disagreements and disappointments — but for every failed relationship, I can name something I’ve learned. And ultimately, each time I fall in love, I truly do believe it’s the happiest I’ve ever looked. And been.

Day 3: Listened to 2 Dope Queens

One of my goals for this year’s year of New project is to have fewer “new sandwich days” — days where my new thing is either literally eating a new sandwich or something that is roughly the equivalent thereof, such as listening to a new podcast. Well, it only took me until Day 3 to hit on a new sandwich idea. January 3 was my first day back at work post-holidays, and I’m pretty embarrassed that it took me this long to listen to 2 Dope Queens. Jessica Williams and Phoebe Robinson are smart and hilarious and so are their friends, so if you’re not already listening to it, you should be.

3 Annoying Ways I’ve Changed Since My Late Twenties

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The New Year is a standard if cliched time for reflection, and I found myself thinking yesterday about how much I’ve changed over the past few years. Some of the changes I’ve made have been unquestionably positive — I get more sleep, I drink considerably less, and I’m more discerning about who’s allowed in my life — and some are both generally positive and really annoying. Here are three from the latter list: Continue reading “3 Annoying Ways I’ve Changed Since My Late Twenties”

Day 2: Made Buddha Bowls for Dinner

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A couple of weeks ago, I bought a butternut squash planning to roast and cube it as part of a Buddha bowl. A Buddha bowl is basically a pile of quinoa with some vegetables piled atop it, and the entire business model of Dig Inn Seasonal Market. I figured it would be a good lazy meal for dinner tonight — which it was — but I didn’t think about how many dishes I’d need to clean afterward. I also forgot that the tofu needed to be marinated for 2+ hours before it would be ready to grill. Between the time crunch and my lack of desire to take out and later clean my Cuisinart Griddler, Cilantro Lime Grilled Tofu became Cilantro Lime Baked Tofu, which actually worked surprisingly well, in case you ever find yourself wanting to eat something you forgot to marinate ASAP. Also, as is clear from the photo above, I totally forgot about the butternut squash. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 

2017 Day 1: “Officially” Launched this Blog

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So, I did one new thing every day of 2016. Many of them were along the lines of trying a new sandwich or listening to a new podcast, but I also did a few actually cool things. Among my favorites: doing the Coney Island Polar Bear Dip, running a half marathon, sleeping outside to raise money for homeless youth, taking a trapeze class, going to Kenya, and going vegan for Lent. Regardless of how minor some (many) of my new things were, the overall impact of purposely doing one new thing each day was positive, so I’m doing it again this year. I’m starting by sharing this blog with people to get over the fear of sharing my writing that I’ve developed over the past few years.

Here are a few other things on my list for 2017: Continue reading “2017 Day 1: “Officially” Launched this Blog”