spot-on

"Inability to Disengage Personal Worth from Ideas. Now this is a kicker. I think some people are so invested in their ideas, in what they have learned, that they view any sort of disagreement as a personal attack. This is the worst way to live. They seem to take arguments as an opportunity to get angry and hurt and, consequentially, retreat further away from any possible risk of having their faulty sense of self shaken."

-Clancy

A few of my favorite things...

i am extraordinarily happy today.

I'm listening to "Hey Soul Sister" by Train, and thinking of warm beaches, wind in my hair, and the way boys smell.

I love that smell.

Soon I will be in the arms of angels. I will see my family.

I have chips and salsa,

I hear a lovely desert rain,

I have a that smile I can't erase,

I have chocolate in my tummy, and

a loving Heavenly Father who told me yesterday that He loves me, is proud of me, and to hang in there...it's gonna be more awesome than even I can imagine (and I can imagine a lot...).

ALSO, I got my Take That cd. FInallY.

Many things make me happy. I love happy.

I reached a conclusion about art and music. Maybe it's too fluid. I'm working on it. Essentially, I think that if it speaks to you, then sure... it's art. It's hard to define something that is an emotional connection. That's what makes art interesting. I am actually fond of Jackson Pollacks. Even though he just threw paint at a canvas.

I've seen reproductions, and I've seen other people do what he did. Very few of them speak to me.

I like dandelions, country music, and the golden mean. I like talks by Holland, polka dots, and a thick sauce.

just sayin'.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Today my best friend told me that she's worried she might marry someone she doesn't love.

I nearly choked on the irony.

She's worried she'll settle out of desperation. I've accepted it as His plan for me.

But don't worry. I don't believe in being condemned to live a loveless life.

"Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest."

-Joshua 1:9

I think this has real merit.

1. Denial.

2. Anger.

3. Bargaining.

4. Depression.

5. Acceptance.

One year for each! hooah, 5 years of the ridiculous cycle.

I hear a lot of people trying to ignore what they feel. shove it away, not think about it, and pretend it doesn't exist. Why? It's like they're trying to skip the last step... which we can all agree is the most essential.

It makes me think of the line from "French Kiss" with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline. Meg's character is talking to her ex-fiancé, and about how guilty he feels. She begins to tell him that it's OK, she's moved on... then quickly switches gears.

"You know what? Feel guilty. Soak in it till you're fingers get all pruney."

I love that line.

Every new feeling adds a dimension of humanity that is interesting and worthy of investigation.

So what do i feel? what am I soaking in till my fingers get all pruney?

Acceptance.

Because i'm done being mad, sad, in pain, and drained. I'm ready to explore the last step.

"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us."
Joseph Campbell

It's inspiration

President Uchtdorf's talk from Priesthood session is inspired.

That is all I have to say.

singin and dancin and all that joyous stuff

guys, the music is back.

the MUSIC is BACK.

this is a big deal. s'riously.

it's back in the form of something smaller than my hand, and golden yellow. love.

while i would like to be esoteric, mysterious, and... ok, whatever, I really don't want to be like that. Simply put, my ipod broke last week, and I finally decided that I had enough in my budget to buy a refurbished one from apple.

this past week - sans music - has been interesting (being with my own thoughts...) but i really love music.

guys, i love music. so so much.

and it's BACK!

hoo-ah.

what's your favorite song? I'm really diggin "Timshel" by Mumford and Sons and "the devil went down to Georgia"..... good stuff.

Wooooooooorrrrdddsss

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?

Hamlet: Words, words, words.



Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.