Hello faithful fans, faithful strangers...unsuspecting browsers. And "next blog" clickers.
I've been meaning to post for a while....
Which is usually the story. (My brother would yell right now if he were reading this: NO EXCUSES! NOW GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY......)......*pause*........
[Twenty Push Ups Later]
But you know how life is. Busy writing papers and finishing finals. Busy quitting jobs and getting new ones. Busy watching movies and taking naps. . . (woe-est me) ((Yes I am aware the phrase is actually "woe is me"))(((not really.....I actually typed "woe-est me" and then googled it.....so I guess NOW I'm aware the phrase is actually "woe is me". No judgers here, friend. There's the door.)))
But it's still a really good thing to count your blessings. I continue to stand by that belief today. Grateful people are happy people. I testify of it. Amen. Hallelujah. All of that good stuff.
I digress.
There has been plenty of things I've pondered writing about. . . roommates and how wonderful they are. . . cherished memories and how lifting they can be. . . family, friends, good food and random dance parties in the living room. . . (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GI3RGfC7fv8). . . .
But I suppose I just want to say that I'm grateful for life in general. I know that that may sound sort of like a cop out. You're thinking right now "oh wow that's profound....just be grateful for everything! Wow, Missa, Wow! Way to be vague, you indecisive silly nilly".
To that I say: okay, first of all... who says silly nilly?? I can't believe that popped into your head. Out of all the things you might have called me (either better fitting or more offensive) you pick silly nilly? Wow. Impressive.
And then I'd go on to say: Yes. Life in general. I'm grateful for the tears I've cried these past few months. I'm glad I feel so much for others. I'm glad I've been blessed with a heart that is sensitive. I used to think it a curse. I'd get so depressed every time someone would tell me something bad had happened to them. Super depressed. I'd soak in all the bad and pray to God to relieve my loved ones--and strangers, even--to help me make their burdens light.....unable to do so would ruin me....I've suffered depression from this...many times......I'm still like that to an extent. Though now I pray to God to help me know when I've reached my limits and to have peace in my heart that I cannot solve every person's problem no matter how hard I try.....I still try.....I'm grateful. I've cried tears for my own woes. I've cried because of something a loved one said to me. Hurtful. I'm grateful for these moments because they teach me more about myself and how to understand others....to consider why they would say such a thing. To see a new perspective and grow a little bit stronger..... I'm grateful.
I'm grateful for all the silly moments. For all the times I've looked like a fool and made someone laugh. I do that. I do that a lot. I feel the need to fill silence with jokes and puns. I get into this zone and there's no guessing what will happen. I make a fool of myself. I am aware. I know some people laugh with me in good fun and others stare at me like I'm an idiot. I'm grateful though. I love to laugh. I love to laugh at myself and make others have a good time. Sometimes it is at the expense of my own dignity. But that is okay. I'm grateful for those who also make me laugh. My brothers are the funniest people I have ever known. We laugh for days when we're together. I swore I wouldn't tell anyone about this just because it was so silly but just the other day Andrew, Erk, and I came up with a little game on the whim. Erik had just gotten home with a bunch of cash tips. Andrew, being Andrew, took the cash and slapped me across the face with it. My face stinging a bit he yelled "guess how much!" I'd guess and then I'd take the pile of dollar bills and slap him across the face. He'd guess and it'd continue. The winner got to slap the loser across the face with the money five times in a row. hahaha....goodness we were laughing so hard just because it was so stupid. Erik would tell us if we were right or not whenever we guessed.....Stupid, funny, childish---I'll take it all. Life is no life at all without being silly.
I'm grateful for hard things. For having to do things that stretch me and push me to my limits. I'm glad I feel stressed sometimes and experience tough challenges in my life. I've learned so much.
I'm grateful for awkward conversations and painful small talk. I always joke with my brothers when we go to Wal Mart here in my home town. I tell them that the name of the game is to not run into anyone I know--especially people I went to school with. Small talk is so forced so awkward. But I'm grateful because it means people still have manners. Plus, its usually something to laugh about later (as soon as we get out of ear shot). I have a hard time going to church too. But it's the opposite effect. I'm always really happy to see people and so I just go into crazy hug mode and hug them all. Because I hug them all one time now I feel like I have to hug them every time I see them--just to be consistent ya know? And sometimes I feel like people get a little weirded out by that. But eh. I'm grateful for them putting up with me and my crazy huggy self. Hug one, gotta hug 'em all. C'mon....I know you do the same thing! Don't even lie!
I'm grateful for a warm home, a wonderful family, and true friends. I was able to see one of my BFFs on Thursday. She's 8 years older than me with 5 kids but goodness I just adore that lady. Leslie is really, sincerely the coolest. I enjoy our visits and rock climbing with her and just hanging out. All of my high school friends I feel don't really give a hoot what I do or if they see me when I come back to Colorado but golly....Leslie just is amazing at making you feel so loved. She's like that with many people she meets too. Her and her family is just a blessing and I'm so glad she likes to hang out with me even if I'm a bit young and naive. I'm so grateful for her.
My aunt Vicki and Uncle Steve also came to Colorado for Christmas this year. All three of their children are out on their missions and I can tell they miss them so much. It was so great seeing them and bonding with them. I'm glad they could come out. I could tell they needed it. Family being there for each other is just one of the greatest things to be a part of and witness in life.
And of course, I love seeing my brudders and parents and grandparents.
Goodness I'm spoiled.
I could go on. I could cover every aspect of life and the next thing you know, you'd have read thirty pages of this strange blogger you've never even met (or have met and never dreamed of learning so much about).
Just be grateful, friends.
Be grateful for this life you have been given. It is so fragile and precious. You are so precious. You are so loved. I'm grateful for you as well, good people. I get views on my blog every day. I don't know who you are. Maybe you're the people who keep adding me on facebook (which, by the way--if you are--I'm really sorry but I just don't feel comfortable with adding foreign strangers on the Facebook page.....nothing personal....please stop adding me...). So thank you. Thank you for showing interest in my seemingly small life over in my small corner of the world.
Give thanks always and have a wonderful, Happy New Year!
:)
Make it a good one, party people.
no really....
I already have my (non-alcoholic) party hat on. Do you?
