Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Theme: NA

  • I couldn't hold the plank in Pilates today because my teacher turned on the country version of "Angels" instead of the David Archuleta version and I had to take a barf break. 
  • There's a country version of "Angels". Who does that?
  • I just tried to brush some crumbs off my lap, but my pinky got caught in my lanyard, which swung up and hit me in the face.
  • I didn't think I had time to eat my grapes AND get to class so I stuffed them all in my cheeks and just released one at a time while I walked.
  • In Pilates, there was a piece of dried up gum by my hand so I flicked it away. Into the boy next to me.
  • Last night in apartment prayer, Syd prayed that our dates would go well this weekend in hopes that we'd get dates for this weekend so that they could go well. Gum boy is not an option. 
  • I wish my supervisors wouldn't close the door when they go into each others' offices because what are they talking about in there?
  • 4-chlorobenzaldehyde
  • I could probably do whatever I wanted and get away with it because no one ever suspects the girl with curly hair. 
  • Pregnant women are so lovely.
  • I shed so much, I could donate to Locks of Love without even getting a haircut.
  •  Someone told me she liked my glasses because they magnify my eyes like Professor Trelawny. I said thank you. 
  • Isn't it awesome that I go to a school where I can pray over my sandwich right in the middle of the world and no one even blinks an eye??
  • Namaste.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Happy Holidays!

So Christmas came early this year. I am so full of…the only word I can think of is happy. Like if I smile for 2 more seconds I’ll be setting some kind of record, happy. I’ve kind of been wondering how to write this one for a while. Aaaaand I still don’t really know how so…I hope you were one of those weird kids in elementary school who liked “Chef’s Surprise’ day.

Here’s the thing: I’ve been worrying and worrying about what I’m going to do with my life. I love my major more and more every day, exercise is my passion and I adore the things I’ve been learning about over the years, but I don’t know how to put all of that into a career. Even if I did, I’ll never be very good at the whole ‘competitive business world’ thing. There’s always someone smarter, someone more professional, or someone who looks like less of a freak when they do Zumba. (For the record, if I had it my way, no one would have a job and we’d just barter with gum wrappers and other things I could find on the ground, but whatever.) I’ve been frustrated because I feel like the Lord keeps saying, “It doesn’t matter what you do. Just do good things.” Um, yeah but…WHAT DO I DO? I can’t put food on the table with smiles and “one free back massage” coupons.

EXCEPT. Good news. J I think I finally figured it out. A job will come eventually. I know how to work hard, I have the knowledge I need, and things have a way of working out. But at the end of the day, I’m not here just to get a fabulous job and make tons of money. (Although, if that’s a dibs thing…dibs.) I’m here to prove that I can live a life full of ‘good things’. Make life easier for the kid sitting next to me right now, because he needs me. Smile to remind him that life is a beautiful thing because then he'll smile back and I’ll remember it too. Be happy when I come home at the end of the day, even if I’m a little stressed. Cut it out with stupid Monday blues. Who has time for that anyways? Turn wherever I am into the happiest place in the world. The answer to my question is still, “It doesn’t matter what you do. Just do good things.” The difference is, now I know what that means! I just have to live my life. This is going to be so fun!

Like I said, this was basically just a “Kelli wants to tell you guys how happy she is so you can be too but she doesn’t really know how” session so…that’s pretty much it. I just figure, if the Lord’s still putting breath into these little lungs, I should probably make sure that every day I’m using it for something important. 

Love, Kelli

P.S. Sorry to you people who thought my blog was just going to be a couple of dorky one-liners every once in a while. Oopsie!