Mista Een!

Here is what I am loving about today: the hour phone call with a best friend.

I love those people that you haven't seen in months, but find time to call and chat every once in a while. We catch up on life. We laugh. We discuss. We feel. We listen and share in each others lives. It seems like no time has passed since the last time we talked. This guy has more faith and strength than anyone I know. After talking with him about anything, I come out stronger, more confident about life, and better able to meet the challenges of the day. I am always uplifted and left wanting more.

Last time we talked, we discussed opportunities (something that I have been trying to create more in my life). He said that we have the ability to create our own reality. Opportunities won't just come to us all the time, we have to make these opportunities happen. I am thankful for that reminder. I am thankful for his friendship. Ma centanté :)




















{Beatles party '08}

Gosh you gotta love this guy, right?!

Love flows,
Kenj

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almost there

"The change." Yesterday. I walked out of church with empty hands and tons of free time. I felt a little lost. Sort of like my identity was stripped from me and I forgot my purpose. This is a weird feeling. Looking back, it all feel sort of like a dream. Did that really happen? Were those experiences real? But It wasn't a dream. It was real.

It's all bittersweet. I didn't think it would feel this way. I didn't know how it would feel.
Change is the spice of life. If it weren't, life wouldn't be so interesting.

Yesterday the sun was shining and the world looked hopeful. There ain't nothing gonna stop me now 'cause I'm almost there!
{Here is the full version, but its not very good quality}

happy spring

My friend Matt showed me Raphael Saadiq yesterday and I am in love. He's got a cool old school soul and R&B feel. Love his acoustic. Check his skills. :)

Here he plays a few songs for NPR's tiny desk concert. Yes it is a bit long, but worth it.

{The video might be cut off so click here if you want to see the full version!}

endure

There is a door hanging on a wall of my favorite building. It is a beautiful door. I feel like it describes my life: 80% painted with a cool, shabby chic varnish and 20% browned with words continually burned in the wood to the point of nonrecognition. That's me 20% of the time, clueless and lost in a circle of chaos. Though these words are someone's thoughts revisited many times. Probably my thoughts. I'm swimming in an ocean of my thoughts.

I sit there next to my door, just swimming. A girl walks by. She's on the phone and speaking as loudly as she dares. She says, "If this were normal life . . . " I didn't hear the rest because my thoughts were: "HELLO! This is normal life!" We are real humans living real lives. We are experiencing real and normal things.

"It's not enough to have to endure trials to get through them. We have to endure them well."
{Ensign, March 2010, Enduring Well, p34-37}

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to endure. I feel like enduring is all that I am doing these days: enduring through classes and projects and work and life. But all that has a negative connotation. Lately this thing called enduring has come to mean something different to me. Something wonderful! More than anything, I feel like enduring means simply to live. To live well through the good and the bad.

There's a catch. My door doesn't have a handle. My Savior is knocking and wanting to help me, but unable to come in. It is my choice to open it. It is your choice too.

Love this picture titled "change always comes bearing gifts." How fitting.

truth

My blogger is full of drafts un-posted. Ideas that popped into my head of something so spectacular that I needed to share it with the whole world! But then I say to myself, "Self, you wrote about this exact idea in your last post. Besides your sisters and grandma, people are probably bored of it." So I let my ideas and dreams just simmer.

I have a hard time being completely honest here. There are so many peeping eyes and crazies out there, who knows who or what could be reading?! How can I give them what is mine, something so precious and under my control: my thoughts. Maybe I'll be a little honest tonight . . .

Becky and I ran into each other and after exchanging the recent happenings in our lives, she said "You look older."
"I feel older."
And that's true. I told her this past year has aged me. My roommate said a few weeks ago that she feels like she has aged 7 years in 7 months. If she's aged a year each month then that would mean I'm 12 years older! I'm thankful though. I like who I am and where I am.

Here's something honest: Sometimes I get lonely. I have people all around me, but I sometimes there is something missing. My best friends, my family, my Bre, Charlie my pup . . . I need them. It's amazing how much you realize the importance of something when its taken away from you for a while.

p.s. this picture makes me eternally happy!

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HEY! I miss you.
Can we hang out this weekend?

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