Friday, February 26


Today is Friday, and it's a good thing. 
{cause this is me}
Have you ever noticed that sometimes you don't have to put forth a lot of effort to do well.  Sometimes (and I'd like to believe it's most of the time) accomplishment is the result of hard work.  And then, there are those occasions, even when you try your very best, you  fail.
{That's the one I hate}
Today, was a fail day for me.  But Tommy buoys me up a little with his words:
“There are no failures - just experiences and your reactions to them.”
                               Tom Kraus

~Imported English cheddar cheese. {thanks mom}
~The Elton John Billy Joel concert on youtube.{cause I missed it live}
~Smiling at strangers {and getting smiles back}
~Just discovered {it keeps my pennies balanced}
~Warm Laundry {and enough spare change to get it done}

And when missionary brother sends pictures.
He said that he was so excited not only to see grass, but to find some that he could actually lay on.  

Gratitude is riches. 
Complaint is poverty.
Failure is not falling down
but refusing to get back up. 
 And I guess at the end of the day, at least I have grass
{even though someone else's might look greener}

This week is going to call for some more intense studying I think.

Thursday, February 18

oh, hey.

After a long hiatus from blogging, I have decided to dust off the cyber cobwebs, give my page a makeover, and even write a little bit. With school about to bury me, the always steady flow of phone calls that keeps work busy, and the constant tug of my eyelids to shut, I feel like there is little time in the day to do anything exciting.

On December 26, 2009--I turned twenty-two, and now I feel the uncontrollable urge to lie about my age. Why? I don't know. Someone asked me just the other day how old I was, and without even thinking, I told them I was twenty.


Clearly I'm living in denial. It took me a few seconds to correct myself--first with twenty one, then I stuttered the true number. Who knew that 2010 would be the year that I join the large demographic of American women who line up for botox and lie about their age. Except I don't do botox. My mom is so proud.

Apparently this new year has also made me a new kind of boring. Just this week I was accused of being a no fun-homework-loving-thirty-something-hermit. I'm going to try to get that put on a t-shirt.

So I have a little bit of a hard time admitting I'm 22, but it's only because I feel like I'm 19, and apparently act like I'm 30. It's confusing.

It's going to be hard make this year live up to the previous ones I have had in my young adult life, because this one probably won't involve me trekking across some obscure place on the European continent. It will have to require the active use of imagination and creativity, but I set out this year with the belief that it can be done. So, I will live this age as if this dictionary definition that I made up is true:

If this is the case (and it is) I have a lot to do and a lot to look forward to. Maybe this year is about seizing the smaller moments and making them great. I mean it's a whole lot easier to "Carpe Diem" when you wake up in London every day with the entire European continent on your doorstep, and a little harder when you're living paycheck to paycheck in a rundown Provo apartment from the 1960's.

And there you have it.