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Saturday, November 29, 2008

My deepest fear

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light , not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make and manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson
I really like that poem-ish thing by Marianne Williamson. I don't remember where I first heard it, but every time I read it I remember how much I like it. Sometimes we forget who we are. Sometimes we don't grasp what we mean to people. Sometimes we're afraid. Sometimes we fail to realize what really matters. I think everyone temporarily looses sight of the big picture. But that's okay, as long as they realize it and make the necessary changes to get back to who they want to be. Whoever that may be. We're all perfect in our own way. We need to not let anything or anyone hold us back from the true potential for greatness that lies within each of us.
We need to stand to make a difference, because let's face it, the world can be a scary place. We need to shoot for our dreams. Reach out to others, we're all in this together.
Even if at times we feel invisible.

Friday, November 28, 2008

It's Coming...

I'm so excited for winter...mmm...winter. It's my favorite season. I love waking up after it's snowed and everything is blanketed in peaceful, white snow. Joe told me (before he left) that when he wakes up after the first snowfall, he'll go walk slowly around his house outside barefoot...while that's a great thing to do; and he can handle the stinging cold under his feet- I'd probably get frostbite. So I appreciate snow a little differently.
Plus, Christmas is in winter. I love Christmas. Mostly because I see my family a ton with Thanksgiving and Christmas being a month apart- and there's some family birthdays.
Another thing is-of course-the music. I love Christmasy music. But not the "traditional" same-old music. I love the Forgotten Carols, Trans-Siberian Orchestra, Manheim Steamroller, Jon Schmidt also has gorgeous and fabulous Christmas music.
Thanksgiving was yesterday. We went to my grandparents here in Bountiful. It was a pretty good day, even though my siblings weren't there. After eating, me and my cousins Shane and Kevin and my cousin-in-law Micah played croquet. Croquet-while fun- is not something that should be done in heels. Running around a grass yard in heels makes your feet hurt pretty quick.
I can't wait for snow- it's coming...I can tell.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Time Flies

Well, nothing really to report...school is hard, but it's great. I have mid-terms next week which is insane to think about! I'm half way through my second quarter! It's crazy how fast it's gone already-but I find that when you're doing something you love, time almost doesn't exist. And the thought of graduation on May 22 seems way close, but like it can't come fast enough.
It's snowed often this week which makes me happy. I love snow. It's pretty. Peaceful. Sparkly. I can't wait for Winter to fully set in. Bliss.
I would just like to take a second to express my appreciation for my friends. They really are the best ones anyone could possibly have. I'm glad we're as close as we are...and I love how some of us have stayed in touch for years. Goes to show that true friends are really there. Even if we've been apart for ages.
Awesome songs you should listen to:
Everybody's Someone by Leann Rimes and Brian McFadden
Christmas Melody and A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief by Jon Schmidt
Pretty much anything by Delta Goodrem.
Good Night.