So obviously blog posts don't come to me quite as much as they used too. I'm not sure why. I guess my mind's too occupied. It has good reason to be; between the two stories I daydream about, college plans, and adjusting to institute I'd much rather just sit down with brothers for a good session of Teen Titans or Spongebob.
Today wasn't much different. I didn't have that usual flood of inspiration that drives me to my computer for an escape route. I simply came home from church, dug out some leftovers, and wrote in my journal.
That's when I realized I'd had a pretty good week. I tend to stress the little things a lot--as you readers can probably tell-- and if making mountains out of molehills was an olympic sport, I think I'd have a fighting chance. Sometimes I'll go through my journal and just wonder why someone hasn't labeled me a basket case. Maybe I'm just a girl.
Anyways, I had been back at it again all week before I sat down to write in my journal. The cool thing about journal writing though is that if you're wordy like me you get hand cramps. So then you tend to sift through the grains of details and only record the big chunks of events. I found some fun stuff this time around.
I was feeling particularly grumpy one day and so, knowing the best cure for such a thing, I dragged Kilroy (my kindle) and I into the kitchen to make cookies for two people in our ward who had much greater reasons than me to be grumpy; they were returning from the hospital. I whipped up some no-bakes, licked the spatula clean, and then walked up to their house. They weren't quite home yet so I snuck inside and found a paper towel and a pencil to right them a note. I got halfway through when, from outside, I heard a car pull up.
Now there's only so many things you can do in a situation like this. But I didn't know any of them so I simply threw the note away and looked around, trying to find the least awkward place to be standing when they came into their own house to find me in their living room.
An awkward moment, a rushed explanation, and a good laugh later, things settled down. And, needless to say, my grumpy mood was gone.
I also went outside to play soccer with my baby brother this week. This has become a regular hobby lately. We have our goals marked on the lawn and the teams change each week with whatever shirt we happen to be wearing. Usually it's Team Sonic the Hedgehog and Team Burnt Marshmellows (I have a lot of black t-shirts). The usual game goes to twenty points.
Only this time he kicked into the flowing irrigation ditch and we had to fish it out. Before long it grew into a splashing fight. Then he spotted the bucket in the sand box. We also found the cat's water bowl and before long we were chasing each other around the yard until we were both soaked. We tried to finish our soccer game but we were both laughing so hard we couldn't even kick the ball straight.
He did eventually win and my pants did eventually dry but then he started it all up again. And that, I decided, was how a six year old and an eighteen year old have become best friends. I've also slept on the trampoline with my other brother this summer and we stayed up playing pokemon--something we haven't done since I was in the fifth grade. Oh how I wish I could take those two with me! If Seth misses an episode of one of our favorite shows I can totally catch him up on it and we'll discuss it like the avid fans we are. And I won't even have to feel like a nerd. If I can't get up the courage to do something, I can just remember Nic's words too me when he was trying to get me to rollerblade down a rather high ramp, "Just do it. Don't even think about it."
And I could sit there and watch the both of them quote Nacho Libre back and forth for hours.
So yes. Again my goal is to stop stressing the small things so I can look up and see the much bigger brighter things in life. Like watching fireworks in the drizzling rain this year and getting all the blankets muddy. The small rain drops can be distracting but if I let them get the best of me, look what I'm missing!
Today wasn't much different. I didn't have that usual flood of inspiration that drives me to my computer for an escape route. I simply came home from church, dug out some leftovers, and wrote in my journal.
That's when I realized I'd had a pretty good week. I tend to stress the little things a lot--as you readers can probably tell-- and if making mountains out of molehills was an olympic sport, I think I'd have a fighting chance. Sometimes I'll go through my journal and just wonder why someone hasn't labeled me a basket case. Maybe I'm just a girl.
Anyways, I had been back at it again all week before I sat down to write in my journal. The cool thing about journal writing though is that if you're wordy like me you get hand cramps. So then you tend to sift through the grains of details and only record the big chunks of events. I found some fun stuff this time around.
I was feeling particularly grumpy one day and so, knowing the best cure for such a thing, I dragged Kilroy (my kindle) and I into the kitchen to make cookies for two people in our ward who had much greater reasons than me to be grumpy; they were returning from the hospital. I whipped up some no-bakes, licked the spatula clean, and then walked up to their house. They weren't quite home yet so I snuck inside and found a paper towel and a pencil to right them a note. I got halfway through when, from outside, I heard a car pull up.
Now there's only so many things you can do in a situation like this. But I didn't know any of them so I simply threw the note away and looked around, trying to find the least awkward place to be standing when they came into their own house to find me in their living room.
An awkward moment, a rushed explanation, and a good laugh later, things settled down. And, needless to say, my grumpy mood was gone.
I also went outside to play soccer with my baby brother this week. This has become a regular hobby lately. We have our goals marked on the lawn and the teams change each week with whatever shirt we happen to be wearing. Usually it's Team Sonic the Hedgehog and Team Burnt Marshmellows (I have a lot of black t-shirts). The usual game goes to twenty points.
Only this time he kicked into the flowing irrigation ditch and we had to fish it out. Before long it grew into a splashing fight. Then he spotted the bucket in the sand box. We also found the cat's water bowl and before long we were chasing each other around the yard until we were both soaked. We tried to finish our soccer game but we were both laughing so hard we couldn't even kick the ball straight.
He did eventually win and my pants did eventually dry but then he started it all up again. And that, I decided, was how a six year old and an eighteen year old have become best friends. I've also slept on the trampoline with my other brother this summer and we stayed up playing pokemon--something we haven't done since I was in the fifth grade. Oh how I wish I could take those two with me! If Seth misses an episode of one of our favorite shows I can totally catch him up on it and we'll discuss it like the avid fans we are. And I won't even have to feel like a nerd. If I can't get up the courage to do something, I can just remember Nic's words too me when he was trying to get me to rollerblade down a rather high ramp, "Just do it. Don't even think about it."
And I could sit there and watch the both of them quote Nacho Libre back and forth for hours.
So yes. Again my goal is to stop stressing the small things so I can look up and see the much bigger brighter things in life. Like watching fireworks in the drizzling rain this year and getting all the blankets muddy. The small rain drops can be distracting but if I let them get the best of me, look what I'm missing!
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