Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

Last night my roommates and I along with a few other awesome people in the ward threw a party for one of our dear friends, Brad Horman.  We made curry and rice, naan (an Indian flat bread), and an awesome birthday cake with fondant.  All of which fed about 20 people...I think. I love spending time and laughing with a good group of people.  Hearing jokes, gathered around to just have a good time.  It was refreshing to just relax and not worry about being judged about what I said or did - no implications or deeper meanings attached to my words or actions.  It was just what it was.  (That's not to say I was crazy bouncing off the walls...I still watched myself and didn't say the first thing that came to mind.)  It was pure, good fun. Brad, thanks for having a birthday. :) And then today my ward had a water kickball activity with water balloons!  WHOA MAN WAS THAT SO MUCH FUN!!!!  I kind of got soaked through 10 times from buckets of wate...

I've written a few letters in the past 2 years and waiting for a response sucks the fun out of life at times, but that's only because I'm not focused on the people around me.  Today I wrote a letter to my sister who is on a mission in Singapore and figured something out.  I just have to be me, let her be herself, then love her and learn from her anything and everything that I can.  Then I'll love her letters, but not pine for them when they have a prominent absence in my family's mail box.  She's doing what she is called to do, and I can do what I've been called to do, AKA - be a happy person; because guess what?  "Adam fell that men might be; and men are that they might have joy." All my letters to and from the ones I've loved have been like this, so I think I'll change how I write letters now so they are less selfish and more giving to the receiver. 

Life is full of trickiness.  I don't need to tell anyone that because any living human being knows the truth of that - the constant decision making, the unknowns, the waiting, the doing, the leaping, the crawling, the attachments, the breaking of hearts, the laughs, and the tears....everything meshed together to make my life.  A life of one person!  What would my existence be without even one of those things?  My trials and joys are what make life wonderful.  The opposing characteristics of life that keep me on my feet make it worthwhile.  Sometimes I am drowning in misery but paste a smile on anyway for a majority of those around me and that's no fun, but sometimes I'm joyful and literally bursting with laughter and happiness. In the miserable times I remember that bursting joy and cling to the memory of myself during that time.  There's a quote I like that says something along the lines of, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserv...

What think ye of this? Here's what I think:  I must be an introvert....with bits of extroversion as well- aT ThE SaMe tIMe! Most people are probably a mix of both according to these descriptions, which of course makes knowing how to care for each person as an individual even more puzzling.

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, darkness be over me, my rest a stone; yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God, to thee. A person wandering through this life has tired from the day of chores and trials, but has only a stone to lay their head on.  Yet, despite that, in their dreams, they are near unto the Lord and find peace in Him and sing His praise. I like to day dream.  I do it often enough that I consider it a weakness of mine.  Coming up with all sorts of situations among those in my life ranging from close friends and family to co-workers or professors is what most of my day dreaming consists of.  It can be extremely detrimental to my work ethic and allowing for realistic expectations as often times I romaticize the situations so extravagantly thought up.  I must admit, I have been disappointed and distraught when people of all sorts don't meet my day dreaming expectations.  And that's completely my own fault - I wanted from them the id...

Sometimes when I'm sitting at my kitchen table I have zero motivation to do anything.  Sometimes when that happens, I don't do anything, although sometimes I decide that sitting there is pointless, so I start cleaning or cooking or reading or organizing....or something.  Or maybe someone will come by and let me cook 60 lbs. of ground beef for them.  Sure!  Let's do that. :) Sometimes I am really motivated to get lots and lots done - but that only happens if I make myself start on something.  Most of the time I don't want to do anything, but after realizing how lame of a duck that made me, I would start something and then I'd finally find my motivation.  Sometimes that happens, but sometimes I don't get past my kitchen table.... Sometimes I get lots done....sometimes I do. ;)  Do you?