Oh, what a lovely rollercoaster.

Sometimes, I find it hard to hear myself.
Sometimes, I have to ask myself questions repetively.
Like,
Why are you upset?
Or,
Why are you so happy?
Sometimes I just don't know what sets off my emotions...
Although I hear that is what comes with being a teenager.
It's got it's ups and downs.
It's a roller coaster.
I know everyone uses that same metaphor,
And I should be more creative in my writing,
But it really is a roller coaster.
You can come speeding down faster than you came up.
The slightest angle can shift your course.
Eventually you are upside down trying to flip back up again.
But you always do luckily.
And when you get off the ride you are so happy you accomplished it.
Hopefully I will feel that way when I graduate from high school.
And I certainly believe I will;
For I am on a pretty amazing roller coaster:)

Tiffany blue:)

It's the truth:
Anything that is colored Tiffany blue will make my mouth water.
Especially if it is vintage:)
Just recently I saw a Tiffany Blue, cream colored, rusty school bus.
Ooh....
It's just so pleasing to me that I could eat it.
Ok,
So not really.
But it was a pretty good looking school bus:)
Guess what color my fingernails are at the moment?
TUFFANY BLUE!:D
Oh...
Gotta love me and my strange obsessions:)

That awesome dude named Joseph Smith.

Never in my mind have I really pondered deeply about the life of Joseph Smith.
But I believe no one,
Except Christ,
Has ever or will ever have felt the miraculous pain he went through,
Purely for god,
And us.
Imagine you are in a room full of people.
You notice your friends there.
Of course,
You would do anything for them.
But you also see your enemies.
And you also see many strangers.
Would you devote all of your life to relentless persecution for them?
Would you have gone through the stress of translating what seemed like just a bunch of letters on a plate of gold for these people?
I firmly believe Joseph was different.
He had an incredibly firm faith of the gospel.
He talked to god face to face.
Joseph was so brave.
After escaping cartilage jail,
What did he do?
He came back.
He was shot trying to protect his friends.
He knew his time was up,
And he was content to leave this earth.
He knew his work had been finished.
He had devoted his life to the gospel.
He lost four out of his five children.
3 died two hours after birth.
The other child,
Almost an infant,
Was left outside with a cold because of a mob that invaded Joseph and Emma's house.
The baby died of exposure.
Joseph also came close to losing his wife,
He spent many years in jail,
He was tarred and feathered by the mob that left his baby outside,
And never had a job, which allowed no income.
I mourn for Joseph,
And I almost envy him.
Imagine the happiness he was and still is feeling in heaven front the burning testimony within him.
What a life that would be.

You are the ultimate you.

You are important in this life.
No matter how hurt you may feel at times,
No matter how hard your heart is broken,
You are important.
You are loved.
You are the ultimate you.
Please,
I beg of you this simple favor:
Do not ever let the words of man sway your own opinions of yourself.
For you are important,
You are loved,
YOU are the ultimate YOU.

Party like it's not your birthday:)

I know, I know.
It's odd that I chose to base my post on a cheesy Disney song...
But I use this tip when I'm having a bad day.
It's: "Party like its not your birthday."
You know,
That's a great message.
Here is the way that I choose to take it.
I think of it as choosing to not focus on yourself when you're having a bad day.
I think of it as a solution to your problems, and my problems.
When I think of this quote,
I realize I need to be celebrating others achievements.
Not sorrowing for my own faults.
That way,
The world will be happier.
The end:)

Life is a novel. Write it.

Everyone around me seems to be a different story.
They are a novel of their own,
And sometimes they don't want to be read.
Sometimes,
I secretly read their novel.
Sometimes,
I wish that their novel was my own.
But my own personal novel cannot and will not be replaced.
For it is my life.
My story.
I love it.
It makes me sad.
Sad to think that some people get to the point where they don't want to work on their novel anymore.
They don't want to get their novel published and live happily in life.
Sometimes,
People give up.
Einstein once said,
I am not the smartest man alive,
I just stick with a problem longer.
He wrote his entire novel.
He accomplished what he wanted in life.
And I believe that he indeed loved his novel.
As do I,
And you should as well.
Life is your own novel.
Write it.
Don't give up.
Publish your novel,
Make it become the ultimate book it can be.
It will all be for something.