Deep Roots are Not Reached by the Frost

Tonight my roommate invited me to go watch an intramural soccer game her brothers and a few other girls and guys in the ward were playing. Normally I would have said no, but I decided to do something different with my day so I agreed to accompany them.  They played a great game (we won 6 to 3) and Audrey and I had a great conversation while sitting on the side lines watching them and their tricky foot work.  At one point I said, "I miss middle school!!" She laughed at me in reply, "I don't think I've EVER heard someone say that." You see, I played on a soccer team in middle school when my family lived in Maryland and I loved it a lot. Now I have a deep desire to play soccer again semi-well. It's one of those desires that always sits there down in my feet, never satisfied.  WHY?  Because I always psyched myself out by saying, "You'll get in their ways, they're all so much better than  you, you're going to make it so they don't h...

This morning I woke up and got ready for school.  A normal occurrence! There was a bit of a hiccup though, when I asked my roommate how warm it was outside.  She'd gone running so I figured she would have a good understanding of the current weather in Provo, you see.  The response was a happy one - "It's warm!" "Oh GLORY BE!! I don't have to wear my boots today!"  I promptly put away my socks and glance around for my most favoritest green ballet flats, but alas, a mere glance will not do and I end up throwing everything everywhere in search of my shoes.  I'm in dire need!  It's warm outside!! After some searching here, searching there, searching everywhere, I realize I should probably search somewhere I can't readily see.  So I look under the couch. Ta-da!! Just like magic, I found my shoes!  It's good practice for being a mom, yeah? I have to learn to find my own things before I can find all the articles of clothing, trinkets, toys...

I said a BOOM-chica-BOOM, I said a BOOM-chica-BOOM!  I said a-BOOM-A-CHICA-ROCK-A-CHICA-ROCK-A-CHICA-BOOM! *you may now imagine me dancing in my kitchen* Today was a good day in many ways.  Although I was unproductive to a frighteningly high extent, it was a relaxing day and I'm not too stressed about it since I've got Monday to get stuff done considering there aren't any classes because our nation is wonderful and celebrates our Presidents. I went to the temple this morning at 5:30 with Ryan and Dale, thinking we'd make the 6:00 session, and then we get there and are told the session starts at 7:00....so we wait for an hour and a half and then do initiatories so we could get back in time for breakfast at 8:30 with my roommates and John Anderson (an old FHE brother who came down from Idaho today.  Haven't seen him since June or July!)!!  We were all very excited to see him. One thing I learned today:  To-do lists are not important sometimes.  Someti...

Feeling down?   Turn on an upbeat classical piece and dance around the kitchen as if you're the most spectacular ballroom dancer in the entire universe.  Let every worry, sorrow or fear drop at your feet for just 1 minute and dance your heart out.  Grab a roommate, a sister, a brother - anyone!  Let that music guide your movement, but don't think about it.  Just listen and move those feet. Those worries and sorrows and fears will stay on the ground if you let them.  Keep that smile on your face and move forward with a perfect brightness of hope, with a love of God and of all men. It was hard for me to do that today.  And I didn't do it as well as I could have.  I didn't even want to dance; my roommate asked me too because she was listening to a string quartet.  Because of the smile on her face and the work I knew she'd gone through to put it there I accepted the outstretch hand and danced.  I'm very glad I did in the end.  ...

I stumble out of my bed and drag myself to the mirror where I turn on the straightener begin straightening my hair.  The stiffness of my muscles has yet to catch up with my desire to look presentable.  Eventually I successfully look like a human being rather than a zombie and get some shoes, my backpack, and a coat then open the door. A yelp escapes my throat and I involuntary close the door, never having exited the apartment. Outside, there is snow falling down, down, down.  The quietness seems to mock my desire to be back in bed. I turn to my roommates and say with a pout, "It's snooooowwwwinnnngg."  I look down at my shoes, knowing they will not make it 2 minutes out in the world now being covered in white.  I can't find my boots though and class is starting in 2 minutes.  I'll already be late. Rachel hears my predicament and asks if I'd like to borrow her boots, but alas, they are too small.  I get a thought that maybe my boots are stored away ...