Things That Are Good

*Washing my makeup off at the end of the day
*Playing Hide and Seek

*Painting my nails with a new color no one has.
*Building new friendhships.
*Eating a Taco with a friend at 2 AM
*Being called pretty.
*Going on dates.
*Holding hands.
*Receiving a text from a cute boy.
*Cuddling with your dog when your scared.
*A cold bedroom.
*New jewler.
*Shaved legs.
*A new outfit.
*Crying and having a friend cry with you.
*Punching a hole in the wall and getting away with it.
*Getting your first paycheck.
*A fresh new cold coke.
*Disneyland.
*Rides at Disneyland whos wait are not 2 hours.
*Seeing a new born smile for the first time.
*When How I Met Your Mother season 9 went on Netflix.
*A full tank of gas.
*Being on Nelsons Top 5. (haven't gotten there yet but I am sure that feels great!)
*Top Romin (I don't know how that is spelt)
*Your first kiss.
*Taking your hair out of a bun at the end of the day.
*Realizing all the things that are good that you have and noticing the list just goes on and on.

Good things in your life aren't always the big things.

They are just the little things that can make you smile everyday.

Sticks and Stones my break my bones but BRICKS will probably hurt me.

You can relate anything to love.
Love can be a soft pillow thrown at you, or a face soul crushing brick.
The lucky ones have the pillow thrown at them once or twice.
But for some of us...we always get the brick.

The Brick feels like,
Rubbing alcohol on an open wound,
Crashing into a car on your bike,
Losing something your passionate about,
Stubbing your toe,
Stepping on a lego,
The end of The Fault In Our Stars,
Not being able to pee on a road trip,
Having a stuffed up nose and not being able to breath all night,
A big zit on your lip the day of Homecoming.

But the Brick is what makes us stronger.
It get's us ready to ready to have the pillow.
We will appreciate the pillow so much more when the bricks have been thrown in our face countless times.

Yes the brick will suck.
Yes we might give up on the pillow because the brick makes you sad at night.
Yes the brick is going to hurt you!

But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
And there is always a rainbow after a storm.
And your pillow is waiting for you. You just haven't found it yet.

18

Turning 18 in two weeks has really given me an opportunity to look back and forward on my life.
I've recalled back to my earliest memory.
Living in the little town of Vernal Utah.
It was my little sisters baby blessing and I was sitting at my plastic table in my over sized t-shirt and my barney underware on with absolutely no care in the world.
With my plastic tea cups pretending there was actually tea in them.
I remember my uncle coming to sit and join me and  he sat and pretended to drink tea out of plastic cups sitting at my plastic table. That was too small for him but he sat with me anyways.

How wonderful was it to not care to be so young, have no cares in the world.
Just you and your imagination.

I remember turning 12.
Having a birthday part with my crazy friends and I.
Just a couple of us girls.
Talking about boys, 6th grade, going into middle school, growing up.
Getting older with age but still young at heart.
Laughing just enjoying each others company. We watched the Goonies and made memories. Things i will remember for a lifetime because it was special.

Turning 16 was such a special time.
It was entering into a new life. Driving, dating, high school.
Everything you have waited for and been so excited for our whole life.
My birthday party was something I will never forget.
Sharing my birthday with my best friend, and him and I celebrating that new time in our lifes together.
Dancing the night away and celebrating our friendship and our new journeys.
How lucky was I to have such amazing people surrounding me to make that day so special.

Now I am almost 18 and remembering all of these fun special moments and realizing this fun and play is almost over.
I am growing up and sitting at that little plastic table has turned into a plastic desk full of books and papers that haven't given memories.
Those plastic cups that i pretended were empty are now glass and filled with coffee so i can stay awake at a 9 to 5 job that I hate.

I will not let society destroy the little girl in the barney underwear with the plastic toys.
I will always be that little girl no matter how old I am.
Even 18.

Love vs. Falling in Love (My Perfectly Imperfect Story)

What is love?

Well love is anything.

Your Food,

Your TV,

Your bed,

Your favorite chair at the dinner table,

Your favorite show on netflix,

 Your family,

Your favorite pair of shoes,

Your favorite swear word, (yes we all have one..)

 You thought of one didn't you..;)

 Anything is love.

BUT...

What is "Falling in Love"

Have we ever fallen in love?

Have you ever fallen in love?

Have I ever fallen in love?

I have fallen in love. 

 We were in fifth grade.

I didn't know much about you but I knew you, I saw you.

To me you were perfect.

We met, and fell in as much love as little 11 year old's could be.

I can still remember people laughing at me for liking you, but I didn't care.

We were "In Love"

I can still remember the first time we hugged.

So awkward.

It was like a first kiss for a high school student.

But still so perfect.

So unique.

So different. More different then anything I had ever felt.

Fifth grade went by,

we entered sixth and were still,

"In Love"

I felt something different for you then I ever had.

As so young as 12 years old I was,

"In Love"

We left elementary school, into our new lives of middle school.

Parted our ways to different places.

New people.

New Love.

Can kids so young as 11 fall in love is the real question.

I believe yes they can... because I did.

I still am in love just from those two small years.

But it was perfectly imperfect.

 Saying "I Love You." so young was so silly yet..so REAL.

But I will never forget the way my little heart beat every time I saw him.

Every time we saw each other I got nervous.

Like it was the first time.

I will always Love him.

Because as for now,

That has been the only time I have ever

"Fallen In Love"

What is Caring?

I wish I was someone who cared to be more serious,

Someone who cared to take education seriously,

Someone who cared that I only got a C on my test,

Someone who cared that I tripped and fell in the commons,

Someone who cared that I forgot to put on underwear that day,

Someone who care that I forgot mascara,

Someone who cared that I bite my nails,

Someone who cared...

Those 7 things are not caring.

I want to be someone who cares more about going down a slide then being serious.

Someone who doesn't give a crap about the ACT and instead tries to balance a pencil on my nose.

Someone who got asked "What is 2+2.." and said the answer was 5 but cares more about laughing about it later.

Someone who fell in the commons and cared that everyone saw because it was epic!

Someone who forgot to put on underwear but cared more about how someone was doing that day.

Someone who forgot mascara but cares more about telling someone they look prettier then they do!

Someone who bites their nails but cares more about painting someone else's nails to make them feel good instead of worrying about their own.

Caring is not what is going on in the school system.

Or what you are feeling about the way you did on a test.

Caring is about enjoying the big things instead of worrying about the little ones.

Caring is about worrying for the person next to you, trying to make sure you are brightening their day.

Why care about things that don't matter...

I can promise you when we all go to our high school reunions,

No one is going to care about your ACT score,

that day you forgot underwear,

the time you forgot to wear mascara.

What they are going to care about is how you treated them...

How you cared for them.

Completely In The Ordinary. We Are Humans

I am human.

I have feelings.

I overreact.

I get upset when boys don't like me back.

I laugh when someone falls down a set of stairs.

I smile when two people kiss during a movie.

I get mad when people don't snapchat me back.

I get excited when I get a text, then frown when I realize its a computer telling me I have gone over my Data Plan on my cell phone.

I get the warm fuzzy feeling inside right before I kiss a boy.

I get nervous to share personal things.

I am self critical.

I feel the pain of others.

I cry every time Jack and Rose part during the Titanic.

I pee my pants when I laugh too hard.

But if you take a minute to look and realize all the weird unnormal things that you feel,

You will discover that you are completely in the ordinary.

It is okay to,

laugh,

cry,

feel pain,

punch/kick a wall.

You can cry when Jack sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

You can get upset when someone you have been crushing on denies you.

You can pee your pants when you laugh too hard!

Who says that's a problem...

Your friends?

Are we supposed to be robots who feel one emotion.

Are we supposed to pretend things that bother us really don't in fear we may be judged?

NO.

Because really,

 We are different,

We are unique,

We Are Human.

 

Can we talk about happiness....

  I want to promote happiness.

.

To be Happy you have to know happiness.

WHAT IS HAPPINESS?!

Happiness is that warm burning feeling in your soul,

It's that impulse to hug and squeeze everyone you see that day.

It's that feeling so sing every word to every song you have ever heard.

It is that amazing feeling to be different.

It is the feeling to try something new.

To step outside of your comfort zone.

To smile at a stranger.

To go up to someone completely random and say "Hey how are you?"

Being happy isn't just filling the empty hole in your heart.

It is filling that empty hole in someone else's heart to fill your own.

Happiness is one of those things that you give and take.

It is a two way street.

You cant just walk on one side..sometimes you have to hop onto the other side to see the other side.

Happiness is Love.

No matter if we are black, white, short, tall, skinny, fat, 

we are all stuck on this earth together in one love.

So why not make the best of it and love each other?

Because if we do...

We can all have the beautiful thing called...

HAPPINESS

Crayons With Dreams

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher

This topic is something no one is willing to take seriously.

What is a crayon?

Or even better, what is a child?

I believe many people don't want to think about being a child because the world is so caught in growing up and moving on.

Moving on to what? 

Bigger and better things? 

Growing up and working the same 9 to 5 job everyday.

Growing up and driving home during rush hour thinking where did my childhood go?

Growing up thinking the way everyone else does,

working the way everyone else does, 

learning the way everyone else does.

What kind of sick twisted world are we in?

The kind where we have to learn to be like everyone else?

The kind where we can be born and be cute for  6 years of our lives then start taking on this thing called responsibility?

The kind where thinking outside of the box is unrealistic.

They tell us to make "SMART" goals in high school.

What the hell is a "SMART" goal?

All the letters must stand for something, let's skip to the letter R.

In our jacked school system the R stands for...

REALISTIC

Hmm okay?

So realistic meaning,

Doctor,

Surgeon,

Dentist,

Lawyer,

That' what the world wants to be.

That is a true definition of realistic goals.

Is it?

No.

I say screw them, 

screw the whole idea of being normal,

screw an everyday 9 to 5 job,

screw sitting in rush hour traffic!!!!!

If you want to be an Astronaut be and Astronaut,

If you want to play in the NFL, play in the NFL,

If you want to be a Cowboy be a Cowboy

 If you want to be an Actress be an Actress!!

When did becoming different be such a problem?

When did it stop being okay for you to be a yellow, blue, purple, or green crayon?

Because that imagination of that little blue crayon is something special.

Don't you ever let someone take that away from you.

Don't be worried about what you are to become..

Worry about what you are.

And are you still that little blue crayon with the dream to be an Astronaut...?

That's up to you.

Because really we are all just little Crayons With Big Dreams.