Wednesday, December 21, 2011

YEAH!

I got a haircut on Tuesday and the lady saw my Harmony for Humanity t-shirt and told me to look up "Playing for Change." So, today, I did.
This is their purpose:
Playing for Change is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. The idea for this project arose from a common belief that music has the power to break down boundaries and overcome distances between people. No matter whether people come from different geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds, music has the universal power to transcend and unite us as one human race. And with this truth firmly fixed in our minds, we set out to share it with the world.
I want someone to inspire me. I have friends that inspire me to get fit, some inspire me to do crazy things, others can make music sound like heaven, and I leave their presence in awe at the beauty of their talent, wishing I could be even a fraction as good as they are. But recently I got to know a friend who inspires me to live culturally, adventurously, courageously, and ultimately fully. He inspires me to be smart and to have that extra desire to learn all I can about the world. He makes me strive to be the best I can ultimately be. Every time I finish talking with him, I feel like I can do anything! Climb to Mount Everest and soar to the bottom, run across the states, travel anywhere and everywhere, fly as high as I want, sing to my hearts content! His demeanor speaks to me saying, "Who can stop you?!"

Friday, December 16, 2011

Feelin' Festive!

It feels great having a WHOLE 5 hours to myself. No one knows where I am. No one cares. I feel so free. So, I went downtown Walla Walla. Main Street has Christmas lights everywhere! There's trees along both sides of the streets all lit up and cheery. Beautiful. I was thinking about Starbucks, but then I remembered this small coffee shop around the corner that I've been wanting to try, and decided to be a bit more adventurous. I walked in and was greeted with a sign that read the days special, "Elfin Good Latte." But I decided to be some-what safe and go with "White Christmas", a blend of white chocolate mocha with peppermint and a shot of espresso. It was perfect. I sat myself down at a small table next to the window, the Christmas lights hanging off the veranda's roof and on the trees across the street glistening at me. I got out my paper and pen and began my 5 page letter to one of my best friends. It was great. Someone leaving actually commented on how diligently I was working on SOMETHING and wished me the best of luck. Ha! I had my concentrated face on I guess, 'cause I was writing like a mad man, trying to write all I could before I forgot all that I wanted to say. Shoot, it feels good to have it all written down and out of my system.
I left feeling accomplished, but not ready for the fun to end. So I walked down the brightly lit streets, down a few blocks, and back, and then again, until I came upon a book store. I probably spent a good hour inside. I looked at traveling books and read and saw pictures of Eygpt. Man I want to get out of here and travel. The need to travel is a mysterious force, a desire to go runs through me equally with an intense desire to stay at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport. I eventually gave up the idea of looking at cookbooks, that would keep me there ALL NIGHT and I went outside to have the cold night air take my breath away. I walked along the street again, reminding me of a race track, but I figured if anyone thought I was weird it was their problem, besides, it was good exercise, I reasoned.
Finally the chill reached my bones and I decided it was a good time to head back. Somehow I managed to find a new route back to College Place without getting too horribly lost. I was heading in the right direction the entire time, and I was smart with my turns, that's a plus! It shows great improvment! I think I actually found a faster way to get there, if I can only remember it for next time! I dropped my letter off at the post office feeling so... merry, and headed home. It was a great night. Is it weird that hanging out with myself is so fun? I've never really done something like this before, make a date with myself, but I'll have to do it more often. And at the end of the night, I am eternally grateful for the abundance that is mine.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Losing Grip

Why is it that even the small things in life are hard to let go of?
Some trelationships go unattended while others are just forgotten. But some are lost out of selfishness and greed. Some out of a delibrate choice, and others out of pure sacrifice and love. Distance seperates many, but with each relatinoship lost, you gain so much more time to make and improve others. You learn valuable lessons from each. Never regret a lost relationship. It's shaping your character, giving you the traits to eventually grip firmly to the relationship that matters most.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

I WANT TO BE GREAT!

I look around me and all I find are outstanding people. I have wonderful best friends! One can play the piano like no ones business, one can sing and write songs better than anyone on the radio, one can get a 100% in her Chemistry class for the quarter, one can paint and actually make money for it, one is SO on fire for God, one is so determined and in shape, one wrote a book and got it published, one can swim probably a million miles, one can do any type of watersport you name, one competes in ski competitions everywhere, one travels and knows SO MUCH about the world, one plays basketball with everything she's got...
But what about me? I want to be outstanding too. I want to have one solid quality that really stands out! I get pretty good grades, I sing for things occasionally, I use to do musicals and plays all the time, I know HOW to play piano, I try to paint, I like wakeboarding and surfing, I sew, I bake and cook (some things better than others), I LOVE to travel, English is my favorite class, I got MVP award for my basketball team last year, but that's on the small spectrum of things. Putting all this stuff on a line graph would be pretty boring. I'm not really better at anything, it's all just pretty average. I want to be the best at something at Walla Walla Universtiy, or in the northwest, or in the whole United States, or even in the WORLD! I want to be GREAT!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Sister Lovin'

It's getting close. Only about a week more, and then after Christmas break I'll come back to an empty house. I'm a little nervous, a little scared, a bit worried, and excited some. It's going to be different the next 3 months, that's for sure. Good? Hopefully. Lonely? Probably sometimes. Harder in some ways, easier in others. I'm not looking forward to those lonely moments, but I've got a back-up plan all figured out. Thankfully the dorms aren't that far away. I keep reassuring myself, "I'll be fine." 'Cause it's true, I will. I'll be fine.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Cairo, Egypt

I remember learning all about the horrible slavery in Egypt, seeing the pictures of great big pyramids, and memorizing all the names of the emperors in the land, back in 6th grade. The mummification process was always the worst, absolutely disgusting! Brains out the nose!?! SICK! But even still, it sort of intrigues me. Those HUGE masterpieces of art. All the work and energy put into them! I wonder what it would've been to live back then? It's always been a topic of interest and I've ALWAYS had a secret dream to visit.
Friday I went to the Student Missions office to find out a little more about this idea of traveling to Egypt next year. Turns out they were closed, but they did give me a name of one girl who had gone two years ago as a student missionary. I went to the dorm to track her down and spent a good portion of my afternoon discussing it. She gave me a LOT of information. She told me you see camels and donkeys walking everywhere, all the time! How cool is that?! The only thing I found sort of dissapointing is the fact that the school we'd teach at is on the outskirts of Cairo, pretty dang close to the city, and there's constantly TONS of cars going through the campus. Not only that, the air is FULL of smog, all the time! And sometimes, it even seems hard to breath.
The place I have in my mind is desolate, far away from any other existing colony of people besides those on campus. The fact that they'd send me to a huge city was a dissapointment. It didn't totally rule Egypt out for me, but it did open my eyes to new possibilities. I'm excited to see what happens.