This is not a cynical post, which the title may have led you to believe.
I am very excited now. I get excited when humanity shows me its still humane. I get excited when people show me they know how to be people and not animals.
I am grateful for grateful people.
That is all.
Is that so bad?
I enjoy those people who take the time to acknowledge the things that other people do for them.
I enjoy those people who surprise you with a bit more support and follow-through than you were expecting.
Some days, people disgust me.
Today is not one of those days.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Growing up . . .
I spoke with my advisor last week to plan out my senior year. I can't believe I will have a Bachelor's degree in just over a year. Two more semesters. Nine more classes. It really snuck up on me, and now I have to worry about the GRE and grad school and starting a real life. Sometimes I wish I were still six years old. I wish I could go ouside in a shorts and a t-shirt and play in the mud. I wish I could still sleep in the backyard with my brother in a sleeping bag. I wish I could still play with plastic horses and Beanie Babies until I fell asleep face down on the floor. Life was so simple and easy. But I didn't know enough to realize it.
All kids want to do it grow up and get older. All I want to do is be 3 1/2 feet tall and go to first grade.
When I was young, I was constantly concerned with the future. Being old enough to date. Being old enough to drive. Being old enough to stay out later than 10:00. Now I am stuck. Stuck somewhere between the future and the past. By this, I do not mean the present. Half of the time I think about the next 8 tasks and when I should take the GRE and when I'll have to get a new job and when I'll have to move to grad school. The other half of the time I am thinking about the past. How fun it was to be 14 and just play all summer with my friends or be 8 and just ride my bike for hours and hours. How fun it was last summer when I wasn't taking the GRE or worrying about anything in particular.
I forget about my presence in the present. Right now, when I'm thinking about it, I can feel its weight. The homework assignment open in another window, the soreness of my calves from work, the strain of my eyelids from a long day. But soon enough, my mind will drift into another year, another decade, when reminiscing or predicting is more important that what I am doing.
One day, when I'm grown up, I'll learn how to live in the present. And to appreciate the moments that I have.
I'm going to go kiss my husband now.
All kids want to do it grow up and get older. All I want to do is be 3 1/2 feet tall and go to first grade.
When I was young, I was constantly concerned with the future. Being old enough to date. Being old enough to drive. Being old enough to stay out later than 10:00. Now I am stuck. Stuck somewhere between the future and the past. By this, I do not mean the present. Half of the time I think about the next 8 tasks and when I should take the GRE and when I'll have to get a new job and when I'll have to move to grad school. The other half of the time I am thinking about the past. How fun it was to be 14 and just play all summer with my friends or be 8 and just ride my bike for hours and hours. How fun it was last summer when I wasn't taking the GRE or worrying about anything in particular.
I forget about my presence in the present. Right now, when I'm thinking about it, I can feel its weight. The homework assignment open in another window, the soreness of my calves from work, the strain of my eyelids from a long day. But soon enough, my mind will drift into another year, another decade, when reminiscing or predicting is more important that what I am doing.
One day, when I'm grown up, I'll learn how to live in the present. And to appreciate the moments that I have.
I'm going to go kiss my husband now.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Love is . . .
Love is blinding.
Love is crippling.
Nothing with can destroy your life like love can.
Love is intense.
Love is riveting.
Love can leave you reeling.
Love is not a crush.
A crush is blinding.
A crush is riveting.
A crush is fleeting.
A crush is momentary.
A crush means nothing.
Because it holds no weight.
A crush is a paper cup.
A crush lasts a week.
A crush is recyclable.
A crush is disposable.
A crush is flippant.
A crush means nothing
Because it holds no weight.
Love holds the weight.
Love is binding.
Love is complex.
Love is sure.
Love is steady.
Love is secure.
Because it can't be changed by a momentary glance.
A solemn moment in time.
Love endures.
Love perpetuates.
Love teaches.
Love entrances.
Love frees as it binds.
Love makes you better.
A crush makes you fantasize.
Love lives in the moment.
A crush leaves you wounded.
Love heals your bruises and scars.
A crush gives you sorrow.
Love makes you grateful.
Love creates.
Love simplifies.
Love equalizes.
"So come what may, I won't abandon. I won't leave you behind. Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment." -The Weight
Love is crippling.
Nothing with can destroy your life like love can.
Love is intense.
Love is riveting.
Love can leave you reeling.
Love is not a crush.
A crush is blinding.
A crush is riveting.
A crush is fleeting.
A crush is momentary.
A crush means nothing.
Because it holds no weight.
A crush is a paper cup.
A crush lasts a week.
A crush is recyclable.
A crush is disposable.
A crush is flippant.
A crush means nothing
Because it holds no weight.
Love holds the weight.
Love is binding.
Love is complex.
Love is sure.
Love is steady.
Love is secure.
Because it can't be changed by a momentary glance.
A solemn moment in time.
Love endures.
Love perpetuates.
Love teaches.
Love entrances.
Love frees as it binds.
Love makes you better.
A crush makes you fantasize.
Love lives in the moment.
A crush leaves you wounded.
Love heals your bruises and scars.
A crush gives you sorrow.
Love makes you grateful.
Love creates.
Love simplifies.
Love equalizes.
"So come what may, I won't abandon. I won't leave you behind. Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment." -The Weight
Friday, March 4, 2011
In two months . . .
In two months, we will be in Vienna. Crazy! Plane tickets are bought, Jacob's fees are paid, my new passport is here. Things are coming along so well. We still have a lot to do, but I am so excited. This is going to be the best anniversary ever!!
Things left to do:
Pay my fees
Plan out the trip into Germany
Confirm flight
Buy bus tickets down to Vegas
Stop the mail
Pay rent in advance
Pack
Etc.
It's hard to get stressed out about any of this when I am just so dang excited to go!
I'm trying to figure out some things I can do while Jacob is in class during the day. So far, I am just planning on going to the giant art museum there. There is a Sigmund Freud museum there too, so that might have to be on the list too!
Things left to do:
Pay my fees
Plan out the trip into Germany
Confirm flight
Buy bus tickets down to Vegas
Stop the mail
Pay rent in advance
Pack
Etc.
It's hard to get stressed out about any of this when I am just so dang excited to go!
I'm trying to figure out some things I can do while Jacob is in class during the day. So far, I am just planning on going to the giant art museum there. There is a Sigmund Freud museum there too, so that might have to be on the list too!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Joy is . . .
not a passing fancy or a fleeting moment. Joy is permanent marker on a new pair of pants. Once joy has touched you, it is imprinted on your soul. You never are the same.
Joy is fragile. Its not like pleasure. Pleasure is easy to find, temporary, and translucent. Joy is like hand blown glass. It will last longer than you do if you care for it. But if let it slip past you, it is gone. Painfully gone.
Joy comes in those moments that leave you smiling for eight days. Those moments that you can't stop thinking about. Those moments that leave you full and whole. Those moments that, if you could, you would play over and over again to fill your whole lifetime.
Joy comes from hard work, patience, virtue, and appreciation of the beautiful things in the world. Joy comes from selfless love.
Joy is irreplaceable.
Joy is mine.
Joy is fragile. Its not like pleasure. Pleasure is easy to find, temporary, and translucent. Joy is like hand blown glass. It will last longer than you do if you care for it. But if let it slip past you, it is gone. Painfully gone.
Joy comes in those moments that leave you smiling for eight days. Those moments that you can't stop thinking about. Those moments that leave you full and whole. Those moments that, if you could, you would play over and over again to fill your whole lifetime.
Joy comes from hard work, patience, virtue, and appreciation of the beautiful things in the world. Joy comes from selfless love.
Joy is irreplaceable.
Joy is mine.
Friday, February 11, 2011
February 11th . . .
One year ago today Jacob proposed to me. I can't believe its been a year. I know people say that all the time, but its true. It's been a year of joy. Everyday I am just in awe of how lucky I am to be with him. I can't believe that in all my imperfection God still blessed me with a husband that is so amazing. I don't know how I fooled him into buying me a ring and asking me to marry him, but I am just so grateful that it worked and that I have this incredible person in my life. He is an inspiration and an example to me.
I love to see the temple . . .
My friend is getting married tomorrow in the St. George temple. I am so excited to go and watch. Everything about the temple is amazing. Going through a session is amazing. Doing baptisms is amazing. Even standing outside is amazing. But there is something so delightful about sealings. It is amazing to hear my promises again. I love the temple. Even thinking about the temple makes me have a better attitude and spirit.
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