Hello There 2010

Do you ever have so much to say that you can't think of any words at all?

Lynnemazing once said "You can pack a lot in two weeks," and she is absolutely right. In fact... if you think about it... if we truly experienced all the things that happened around us in a single day...

I can't imagine it. Even in our own narrow view as tiny individuals, there is so much all around us. In only a second, more than we can understand... even the bits we catch are more than we can understand.

Maybe not, though. What do I know about a human brain?

So I played my song for my mom a few hours ago. I took out the line "Try the medicine" because I haven't told her about that yet, but she didn't even really notice. She didn't catch all the words and said she was very tired, which works in my favor. I'm going to send her the lyrics and explain someday in a letter. She did say she liked it, though.

I told her I intended to write her and my father letters and she said she really liked that idea. She said she would make time to write back.

That's that, then. Nothing is stopping me but myself. Nothin' to it but to do it.

I have a New Year's Resolutions to make.

For You, 2010

-Sunday is for God, letters, and books

"For God" doesn't necessarily mean a Catholic church, though. I think for quite a while, until I learn more, I'm going to keep going to St. E's, but I'm hoping to do other things, too. Like lie in Urbanovsky Park and look up at the sky, spend time with God outside. I was also thinking I want to go to Sighing Leaves and play Him some tunes.

The letters... I have so many people to write letters to. I've got to get in the habit of it to make sure I'll be all set to write Sistern letters in Africa. And of course my parent project...

And books. Books! I haven't been reading much, and it's killing me.

I hope I can do that at least most Sundays.

You know what I discovered this last week? Being happy is really freaking nice. This last semester had a lot of highs and lows and not many mediums. Several times this past week I've had some amazing mediums... not medium happy, medium like... like... balanced. Like peaceful happy. Like... Like content happy. I don't know. But it was absolutely amazing.

Last night I dreamed there was a staircase inside my kitchen cabinet.

I love painting murals with my sister. We had three more potential job offers today. What a thing it would be to paint this town, and what a story it would be to travel the country painting walls.

My grandmother said, upon seeing a picture of the nearly finished mural, "We need to go down there and make a Bing-Bing-boom!", a celebration.

I don't know what I'm saying really. I'm just tired and want to save a few thoughts.

Here's a final one. You have some interesting encounters with the Townies when you spend your days painting walls in Cooper, Texas. One man had this to say about a spot on our mural:

"Blame it on the woolybooger."