Season of the Heart

On a wall in my home in Florida there hangs a sign:

"Christmas Time is Family Time"

A certain magic and wonder and peace

is particularly found at Christmas

that is best shared with family.

Families gathering to reconnect and grow together, 

to bless the lives of strangers,

to celebrate their Savior

and

to love,

eternally.

This is what the season is about:

to love

with a Christ-like love that binds and changes hearts.

(I have hope that the eternities are exactly like Christmas)

Hopefully wherever you find your family you will find the love of Christ.

and therefore

Wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas.

I, like Ebenezer himself,

will honor Christmas with all my heart.

and try to keep it all the year.

I will cherish.

I will honor.

I will love.

The spirit of the season,

the souls I touch daily

and my family who will share forever with me.

Merry Christmas

Basics

Blog, these crazy elaborate posts that I try to deliver are just not going to cut it.

As of now, no more detailed stories, no long array of pictures, NO more over-excitement that make me sound like a 14 year old school girl.

(Of course all of that is still allowed since I still enjoy all of those things, except the school girl part, naaah that part too)

Let's journey to the basics.

I am going to post.

Raw Real Posts.

Whatever my thoughts and feelings are.

You will find them here. 

As for right now...

I am settling.

The last 4 months have been nothing but travel and adventure.

Both of which I am extremely grateful.

However, recently as I have crawled back into my bed, that is the only place I want to be.

In bed, under the same covers, resting on the same pillows that I always have. 

It is a holy sacred place.

This room is a sanctuary.

My sanctuary.

Every detail is glorious to me. (even the paint that accidentally got on the celling)

I guess these feelings are a combination of all the travel and spare beds, and mattresses-on-the-floor that I've been spending my time on, AND that I worked pretty darn hard to make this room.

It is whimsical and dark and clean and inviting and mine.

Travel is wonderful and I would never change those experiences.

But coming home.

Now that is a magical adventure.

Feast or Famine

Rarely in my life this strange phenomenon occurs.
And it always throws me for a loop.

If you are unfamiliar with the idiom Feast or Famine, it's basically a phrase meaning you either have too much of something or you have too little.
And we, as women, have this commotion occur far to often and it goes like this:


She spends every night with Ben and Jerry, watching Grey's Anatomy reruns. 
Anxiously awaiting Prince Charming to come and complement her new shoes or hair cut or how well she changed the oil in her car.
And then he'd take her to Chili's so she can stuff her face with their new molten lava cake.
(which I hear is Red Velvet, yum)


However she hides it well.
Telling everyone she is focusing on her career, that she really can't see herself in a relationship right now, she is far to busy with school for someone to take time and compliment her, or maybe she has a bad rash.


All of these are lies.
(yes, I am aware some girls really want a career but they want a man too, trust me) 


During this time of famine, we vow to hate men, to be better at school, work or the gym.
Make us our best self.
And prove that he is missing out.


However during this process
(typically after the ice cream purge and closer to the obsession with the gym)
we end up attracting a few fellas.
And then a few more,
and then some more,
and more
and more.


Until we are bashing them back with clubs and then going home to tell all of our girlfriends about these new men.
Insert a girl talking in a high-pirched voice while twirling her hair and kicking her legs in the air.
And she will do this every night.


Cause life is good when you're likable.


But this time of Feasting is only as good as the men who have brought themselves to the table.
Hopefully these men make her feel like dancing and star gazing and with fingers crossed we hope one of them ante ups because believe it or not she doesn't want to date all of you,
just one.


While the feasting period is fabulous it will not last forever.


So to the few men that read my blog I say if you are every found in a sea of dudes and you want to date that one fish you're all swimming toward,
then screw the BroCode and
Nut Up!


You must make a move before the cycle restarts its self and the famine slowly starts to creep in.
Cause then she will be a hot tranny mess and your view of her will plummet.
We will forever continue in this cycle until one man makes a move, is bolder than others and changes everything.
We all anxiously await this man.
and he does exist.
(don't lose hope ladies)


Basically I am in this is the Feasting rotation. The monsoon season of my tropical life. The finding that bonus fry at the bottom of the bag moment.
This is showtime.

And I love it.

Truth.

Been lying to myself for a while now

 I keep telling myself that change is coming and that I need to figure out what actions I will take when they come.

But the truth is change is here. And I’ve neglected the opportunity to accept it.

I miss Utah.

I miss living on my own.

I miss being poor.

I miss responsibility.

Yet I know I am so so very blessed.

Nobody my age lives a life with as much ease as I do.

Seriously.

With little effort I accomplish quite a lot.

Life is good.

I forget that, as we all do.

Reason for it: I don’t live in the now.

I long to be back in Provo, just noobing it up, getting a valued education, not caring that my job stinks and ignoring the fact that I have as much dating experience as a 4 year old.

I dream about going to California and meeting some beautiful perfect man who will drive me around in his Nissan GT-R and make all my wildest dreams come true.

I dream.

Which is a wonderfully fabulous thing to do, until it consumes my ability to do real things.

And as lovely as those things are, they are not my life.

My life is here. In Florida. And I’m living it.

Now.

December Baby.

Like most people I adore the holidays!

I look forward to it ALL year...

Christmas Eve is pretty much my favorite day!

(aside from my birthday)

Oh I just love this season.

And what's not to like?
The music
The ability to drink hot chocolate whenever
with everyone!
The classic movies
(Even the commercials are better this time of year)
The light in children's eyes when you drop Kris Kringle's name
The crisp outside air, that brings you inside close to your loved ones
The pure happiness that feels you up so fast,
that you want
burst
and the share it with everyone.

And the true meaning that
Saved the World.

And this year will be no exception.

I am off to bake pie or two
Allons y