Gratitude

I hate to admit it, but, recently, I've fallen into the time-waster that is Pinterest. Yes, it wastes my time. Yes, it's pretty much pointless, other than the fact that it makes me happy--so I'm desperately holding onto the idea that it is not completely worthy of all the eye-rolls it gets, since it does bring a smile to my face.

BUT

Combined with the fact that I received an AWESOME new camera from my wonderful mother for Christmas/my birthday, I am embarking upon something of an adventure--a photo challenge.  I may be attempting the impossible here, requiring a post everyday for an entire month; I don't have the best track record. But, I really think I can do this one.

It's a photo challenge focusing (ha!) on gratitude.  I realize that I missed the month of thanksgiving by about 2 months, but there is never an inopportune time to be grateful, right?  And what better way to kick off the new year than by reminding yourself of all the myriad reasons to be thankful in this crazy life?  Maybe then gratitude can weave itself into the fabric of my 2012 right from the very beginning.

There is so much to be thankful for, which sounds quite trite, I understand, but it is a truth that applies to all, everyday, everywhere.  Gratitude is a perspective, an outlook, an attitude; it's not what is in your life, but how you choose to view what is in your life--I hope this mini-endeavor will help open my eyes to all the small--or colossal--aspects of my life that I often gaze over as I catapult headlong towards more trivial things.

January 2012 is fast approaching, so before this year ends and next year begins, I thought I'd make a short list of the things I'm most grateful in 2011:


MY FAMILY--we aren't your typical Mormon family, and I've finally come to appreciate that fact. I like    being different, I like the perspective it gives me, and I love the members of my family, and I wouldn't have them if my family was what I once thought I wanted it to be.
MY FRIENDS--These wonderful people make my everyday something more than I could make it myself.  They help me to catch a glimpse of my own worth by loving, and sometimes even participating, in my insanity.
MY ROOMMATES--They fall under my 'friends' category, however, I believe they deserve their own special thanks. These girls have provided me with an uplifting, happy, and fun place to call home.  Without them, it would simply be an empty shell.
MY HAIR- I know, it sounds odd, but since my (somewhat misguided) decision to chop it all off, I've realized how much I love it.  It drives me nuts, and it's hard to take care of, but I miss it, and am grateful to have thick locks.
BYU--Cliche. But I'm thankful for school not because of my education (though I am thankful for that, too), but because of the person it's allowed me to become, and the amount of growing into my own skin that I've done this past year there. 

Days Like These, You Wanna Make 'Em Last

I have no more exciting European stories to tell, no more escapades and gallivants around olden towns and British countrysides.  I have only the mere fact that it is now 2 o'clock in the morning and I cannot sleep--a rare occurrence for me.  I love sleep.  And it quite aggravates me that I cannot seem to slip into it now. So, I will blog. (Maybe I would get more blogging done if I found that sleep evaded me more often...)

I am home now.  Safe and sound in my childhood room which I recently decorated with pictures from this past year, to make it feel more lived in because the only person that has been in here for the past six months is our lovely cleaning lady and my cousin's girlfriend.  Whom I am sure is also lovely, I just did not get the opportunity to meet her. I'm enjoying being home again.  It's always great to return to family and my roots, but I miss BYU.  I wrote a post about a month ago about my wonderful life in Provo, UT...but my computer, being the astounding piece of modern technology that it is, deleted it.  And I lacked the discipline to rewrite it. I apologize to whomever may be reading this, and to myself, too (for I would have enjoyed it as a memory), for not writing it over again. I should have, because it very much encompassed my life in Provo, the warm sentiments that I came to feel towards it, and the friends and adventures I stumbled upon.  I did more, I saw more, I felt more, and I enjoyed every second of my Spring term.  Well, maybe minus the moments of dread when I realized I forgot an assignment that was due in an hour ('morning-of' assignments happened more often than I'd like to admit).  But it was all so worth it.  I learned a great deal in school, but also about myself. And I finally spread my wings far enough to know I can fly on my own--as trite as that may sound.  I actually did not want to leave Provo this time around, a sentiment I was quite unfamiliar with.  I found an unexpected home there. A place that I loved, and felt loved in, somewhere that I was content and happy--an occurrence I had given up expecting.  I believed I was doomed to be a homebody for the remainder of my college career.
It was no accident that my friend convinced me stay Spring term with her.  It was no accident that I ended up living where I did.  And it was no accident that I had the wonderful roommates I ended up with.  I don't believe in coincidences, but even if I did, this would be far too much to call a coincidence.  I needed this Spring term almost as much as my credits did. 
But now that I am home I am excited to have a job again--very excited.  My bank account has been dwindling much too fast for my liking.  And I am excited to catch up with old friends and family that it seems I haven't seen in ages.  Come August however, I have a feeling I will be more than ready to get back to Provo...(sorry Mummy).  But until then...

BRING ON THE SUMMER.

Switching Playgrounds

So.  I am back in good 'ole Provo, Utah now, far, far away from my metropolitan home in the heart of London.  And I miss it.  I AM enjoying being back, with friends that I dearly missed on my sojourn--BUT nothing will ever replace the space London has claimed in my heart.  It will always be my city, no matter how many people live there, how many people come and go.  And I will forever share it with those who I traveled and grew with, who shared 27 Palace Court with me.
If I were to go through all the things I miss about London, you wouldn't want to read this, believe me.  So I'll shorten it down to a few essentials, a small ode, if you will.
                     ...the tube.  The musty, dusty, Underground that always got me from point A to point B, that went on strike too much and always rerouted my already 45 minute commute to church every Sunday. I miss you.
                     ...Hyde Park.  Whoever thought I would actually miss, I mean legitimately miss, waking up and two hours before 9 o'clock class to run.  Congratulations, Hyde Park.  You did the impossible. And by doing so have made it terribly boring and monotonous to now run on the track every day.  So, thanks, I think.  Anyway, I miss you.
                   ...Westminster Bridge.  I never imagined being so attached to a bridge.  A big piece of metal spanning the world famous Thames, a mere convenience to get from Westminster to South Bank, right? Wrong.  I could argue with you that it is the most beautiful place in London, despite the garbage that litters the bank directly in front of the old county courthouse.  The breeze off the muddied water the blows your hair around, Big Ben, gonging down at you every hour on the hour, the Houses of Parliament majestically demanding your eye, dominating the river side with its presence. Jubilee Gardens and the London Eye on the opposite side of the River Thames, bustling with people and booths.  The traffic rushing by, red double deckers and black taxi cabs, all on the wrong side of the road. I miss you.

                 ...Tesco gummy worms.  There have never been, and never will be anything like the gummy snakes you can buy at Tesco.  period.
                 ...Trafalgar Square.  The National Gallery was my second home during my months in London, and I spent an ample amount of time riding the Northern Line to Charing Cross and popping out above ground on the square, the Gallery looming above me, and the fountains flanking the monument lightly misting my face and clothes.  The paintings always waited patiently for me to discover them inside, allowing me to stare in awe as I compared them to my textbook prints.  (to which there really is no comparison, by the way.)

                ...plays.  What am I going to do all semester without £25 tickets to see the best shows around?  Wicked, Phantom, Les Miserables, even the small, two man ones like The Woman in Black (by far the scariest play I have EVER seen)  That fairly cheap, delightful source of entertainment is greatly missed, though I must say, I can't wait for some Divine Comedy tech shows to happen...free and  hilarious.
Mostly, I just miss London.  I miss being surrounded by its captivating hubbub and never ending streets and shops.  I miss walking down the sidewalk and being asked directions to Portabello Road or the nearest Underground stop, and the best part was that I knew.  I knew where these people wanted to go and how to get them there because I lived there, right there, in London.  It was my, by playground, and I miss roaming around in it every day.
But I am back in Provo.  And while the small college town cannot even be compared to the complex city that is London, the company can.  I love being surrounded by my friends that I reluctantly left behind when I began my European excursion, and I love adding to them an assortment of others that I met half way across the world.  I'll miss Europe, and London, and the family unit that came together there, but I look forward to my future years at BYU...and, of course, a return to my English stomping ground one day.






We'll always have London.