365 days for you

The last few weeks have gone by so fast that time feels like cool water running through my fingers, there's no way to stop it you simply have to enjoy the feeling and the sensation while it's there. I have sent my baby brother on his mission since I was on here last, I have decided to move and a host of other choices great and small have come to heart with in the last while. The main one though is the moving thing, I just recently got the feeling that I'd done what I came here to do and that it's time to move on. So i'm moving, I've been in my current ward for two years, two beautiful, hard, sometimes ugly, very miraculous years. I'm not the same person I was when I first moved in this ward, and it's a good thing, I think. Actually I'm pretty excited too I feel I have done so much these last two years and have learned so much and this ward is all I have known since I moved to salt lake, so I am taking a leap. It's exhilarating really!!! I feel

We all reach moments when we have given it our all, we have done everything we know how to do, and have worked until we feel worn out. Sometimes when we get to that point we feel a great sense of accomplishment being able to see just how far we have come, sometimes we feel a loss at what to do next. It's like we have done all we know how to do and we simply don't know what comes next. I feel somewhat like I have hit that point like I have given my best and now I am not exactly sure what is left and where to go with it.  A little while back I went to the movies with a friend to see a new movie that had been released. It had made it big as a book and so far had gotten great reviews as a movie. I went to the theater to see that movie, but strangely it was not the film that left the biggest impact. Although it was moving and very meaningful, what caught my attention more was a two minute preview that had people crying before the featured movie had even started. This clip is par

Yeah I know I have been way bad at this recently. I guess that goes to show how human I am, just know that when I don't write it is because I put my life and the people in my life first. I love writing, and I love what I feel as I write, but honestly I don't know how many people I touch through writing, I know it changes my life it changes the way I view life. When I am constantly thinking of something to Blog over, something insightful it tends to change the way you view and think about things. But even if I am the only one who is changed by this its worth it. The scriptures say if you bring even one soul unto Christ how great shall be your joy, I believe that applies also to yourself, if you bring things into your life that bring you closer to Christ your joy will still be great. Today in sacrament meeting one of the bishopric spoke about courage, and the way it changes and influences your life. I feel like that especially hit home to me because I have tried so hard to have

Enough is a hard measurement to come by, it's not very defined and usually not very numeric. I like numbers, I hate math, but I love numbers! They given me something to calculate, something to measure and something to count down. But when there are no numbers involved how much is enough? Where do you come up with the figures and when do you draw the line? Sorry I don't think I have any answers where that is concerned, I don't know how to measure or calculate things when I only have words and emotions to go off of. There have been moments when I have been sure with every fiber of my being that I have had enough, and yet life goes on and if you call quits on account of your definition you miss some of the great beauties of life, so it's weird, the concept of enough or being enough is evasive and hard to understand. However if there is one thing I've learned its that my definition of life and the concepts of life are so much smaller in my head than they are in realit

I'm not a perfect person. I've always known this this, I think that most of us do, most people are pretty self-aware of their own imperfections. However every time I make new goals I become painfully aware of just how flawed I truly am. The point of making goals is not to beat yourself up, but sometimes the reason we do is because we rate ourselves according to our accomplishments. We make goals so that we may accomplish. I sometimes see goals as binding and it's a fail or thrive choice. I feel that when I come in short it's over, it's done and I'm finished, I couldn't do it, period. I wasn't strong enough, the ref has blown the whistle and the game is over, I lost. Well that my friends is not true, it never has been true, and it never will be true. In fact nothing could be further from the truth. Goals and challenges are not so much about accomplishing as they are about becoming, and becoming is about day by day leaving small parts of the lesser old