Reality check

It was only when I started getting the emails that I realized that I'm not ready to graduate.

Robot

I don't feel like I'm a robot. I eat. I drink. I bleed. I cry(more than I'd like to admit). 

But I have a lot more in common with robots than I would think. 

I do the same thing almost every day.

I recharge every night.

I really don't know myself that well.

I'm constantly using electronic devices.

I act to please those above me.

I have a hard time expressing my feelings.

So no, I'm not a robot. But lately I've been catching myself feeling a lot more robotic than human.

I wasn't in love

Or at least I don't think I was. I'm not sure what love is, really. I thought I might have known at the time, but I must've been wrong. I think it could've been love, maybe. But it was over before it started and I was left longing with an empty heart and a broken friendship.

How to Be Creative:

Do VVhatever U w@nt.

Powerful Quote:

If you can't fly, Then Run

If you can't run, Then Walk

If you can't walk, Then Crawl

But whatever you do,

You have to keep moving forward

-Martin Luther King, Jr

Crayons

I don't know when I stopped using crayons. To be fair, I never used them a ton in the first place. I was more a colored pencil guy. 

But it's an interesting thought.

When and why do we abandon our crayons for our erasable pencils?

Is it because our elementary school teacher told us to?

I think it has to do with permanence. Crayons are almost impossible to erase. Ask any parent who's child drew over the walls when they were little. 

I think as we got older, we were more aware of what we made and we were aware that we made mistakes constantly. So instead of risking having something be eternally wrong, we use a pencil and then suddenly we can erase our mistakes.

Pencils are also much more precise than crayons are. When we were younger it was all about the main idea. The broader the idea, the more it can mean.  As we grow older, more precision is demanded of us and thus more of a need for pencils and less for crayons.

It's important to forget about precision every once in a while and just express our creativity without a fear of being wrong. I think that's why these blogs are so nice.

Change

I've gone through a lot of change in my life.
I've moved five times since fifth grade. 
But it's the last one that hurt the most.
I've moved so many times that if someone asked me what home is,
I'd have a hard time giving them a location. 

I said goodbye to almost every friend I had in one day.
That was a bad day. 
I remember one of my closest friends left town a week before I moved and I had to say goodbye to him at a high school soccer game.
I cried the full 30 minute drive home.
I went to school the first day without having a friend in the state.
I sat in my car and talked to an old friend on the phone during lunch.

Change sucks.
But it's great at the same time.

It was because of change that I learned that there are great people everywhere.
That life really is what you make of it.
That sometimes when you really feel like you can't succeed, you just have to put a fake smile on your face and try again. 

It was because of change that I realized that friends fade, but family is forever. 
That it's fine to want to tell a friend you can't do anything on a Friday night because you want to hang out with your family.

It was through the challenges of change that I developed a stronger testimony of my church's gospel.

It was because of change that I learned that home isn't your house.
It's not the building you've grown up in.
Home is where you're happy.
And Alpine, Utah is my new home.

Hats

Let's talk about hats.

I have a hat with cats.

If that doesn't sound like a Dr. Seuss book title, I don't know what does.

It's a five panel hat with pictures of cats all over it.

When I bought it, there was a tear in the leash-esque material in the back.

The lady at the register gave me $5 off because it was damaged.

I took it home and my dad stitched it up for me.

The interesting looks I got while wearing it were totally worth the $20.

Or let's talk about my brother's straw hat.

He left on his mission with strict instructions to not break it.

I wasn't there when he gave this warning.

So I took the straw hat boating and went surfing with it on.

And broke it. 

The hat is now in some dumpster somewhere because I had to get rid of the evidence.

Hopefully he doesn't remember it when he gets back.

Now I don't know why you guys would want to know any of this.

But I was told to write about hats.