Remember moments and notice simple beauties! They're all around and always happening when we least expect.

Call me definitely (;

To love something so!

Scared you might be loving wrong.

It's hard not to wonder if something is wrong. 

Is it the right thing or is it going to go bad?

I think that people should just give in. 

Just focus on what makes you truly happy. 

Focus on what you know you deserve.

Look forward to those days in the sun.

Don't compare or contrast or measure.

Just grab that hand that you love and squeeze it.

Kiss that cheek.

Call that loved one.

E-mail that old friend.

You're not doing it wrong. 

You're doing it right because it is right. 

This moment will never come again and their 

cheek will never be this ready to kiss.  

Their heart will never beat the same 

as it does when your phone call comes.

Their smile will never have the same beauty 

as when they see their inbox with your note.

Love is always the right thing! 

Speaking of showing love....sometimes I feel like my life is this stupid struggle between staying connected and not.  There are so many ways to keep in touch now.  And sometimes, I get upset when my parents wonder why I haven't called them in a few days.  I have this urge to say "whatever, I don't have to talk to you guys EVERYDAY!" There is a strong likelihood that, in their college days, they probably went a week or more without even a phone call with their loved ones.  Now, in my days, there are phone calls, Skype calls, FaceTime, texting, emailing, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter and it goes on.  People can see my every move, and often, I display it freely!  So then why am I forgetting to call my favorites? I love my parents so much and it's unfortunate that I've started to value and seek social media and texting more than calling up those cool people who brought me into this world.  

And, the funny thing is, when I DO call those cool people, I have the best talks and laughs. 

I experience that real connection that only my real longing to stay connected can bring. There's a real difference between the social media "connection" and true connection in real time.  As much as Facebook and Instagram want to help us stay connected, I still never feel better after browsing on those than I do when I talk to someone on the phone, for realz!  

I want to have more of those meaningful chats and moments with the real people in my life.  

JG>JT

Justin Timberlake's new album was 
discovered (by me) today on Spotify :D
But I got to hang out with my boyfriend 
today, too. That second experience was 
much more meaningful. So much happiness! 

Pond peeps

Every person is like a clear, perfect pond that has trillions of perfect molecules of beauty in it. You couldn't possibly touch and feel or experience all of their beauty. But each new moment you spend swimming in their water, you get to soak in a few more perfect drops.

Grandma

I will miss my grandma so much!  And, I know she will be missed by others. 

It's not that I will miss seeing her each day (because I've been away from her a lot these past years), I will just miss having her presence in my life and hearing her

cute greeting when I would come home to visit my parents! I always felt so loved and special when I was around my grandma.  

She was always so loving to me.  Any time I returned from college to visit, she made me feel like I was such a special person to her. She would hug me and just hold on for a second, as if to seal in that special moment between us forever ;)

 

I just hope that she knew how important she was to me.  My grandma taught me and inspired me to be positive!  

Although she tended to worry more than she should, she always ended up finding something to be thankful for.  

I can still hear in my mind, this last year, her positive remarks about how she had no pain, despite her other challenges. 

I was so inspired by her resilience and willingness to laugh and joke with our family! 

Probably my favorite memory of my grandma were the several occassions my first year at Walla Walla University in 2008-2009, when she still 

lived in College Place.  I would sometimes come to her house to visit or eat dinner with her and she would always say "come in if your nose is clean" as she 

welcomed me into her little apartment on 3rd street.  She was such a sweet lady and I know that she touched so many lives. 

I am so thankful for her and I especially am amazed by her because she raised my own mom who is such a perfect, kind and independent woman, herself!  

I will miss Grandma Dovich but I'm extremely thankful for the times I spent with her growing up and for raising that family that she did, because my family wouldn't exist without her!!!    

I just hope she knew how special she was to me, and that every moment that I was with her, I appreciated that quality time with such a special lady. 

Sometimes I have so many hopes and plans 
for an evening 
and none of them happen.  

I have all of these thoughts and 
a "picture" in my head of how wonderfully 
the night will pan out.  

It's funny how life and people never fail to 
surprise, 
disappoint 
and even enrage me.  

But there is so much more 
to life than I see in those
narrow-minded moments
of high emotion!  

I try to rise above disappointment 
and find 
satisfaction in the 
here-and-NOW! 

Today I finished my finals.  I did it!  I completed my difficult task of note-taking, memorizing, analyzing and "nursing"!  I have passed another quarter.  Can I just say that I am beyond thankful that God created me with such an amazing brain?  I'm baffled by what my brain can think and know!
  
I feel so lucky to have grown up inside this special skin of mine.  
And, I just hope that, each day of my pencil-dot-one-in-a-million-tiny-assed-life 

(sometimes I feel so small compared to the billions of galaxies and worlds around us)

, I hope all of this skin and "brains" of mine will be able to bless someone or even just make someone smile!  That's what I want :) Yep!

Soon!

Breathing is my life

I hate the idea of having a personality. 
Why do I have to tell someone what I'm "like".  
I can't be defined by the way I usually am...or maybe I should say 
I don't want to be defined that way.
Because, look at me...I'm somehow different than ever before.  
I do new things...live new moments!
I'm never the same, never a stagnant personality. 
I'm a living-breathing-growing-me. 
Sometimes it hurts to realize that each new moment takes me
further from those moments I last experienced. 
Those moments I loved with all of my heart.  I lived them fully!
I am different and new with each inhale and each exhale. 
Every word I hear or speak brings change.
Some distant things mean even less to me, with each new inhale. 
When they used to mean SO much. 
But, here I am!  Still in my skin, still that person that's been in all those 
places.  
I continue to inhale and exhale, like always... 
Oh that renewal :) 
These new moments have their own value. 

Moodz

My cute lil hormones. 

Are they made up? Am I just using them as an excuse to act like a complete lunatic?

I mean...I've never seen one.  

All these hormonal cycles and syndromes and mood swings are a bit confusing.  I've never witnessed hormones actually building up in my blood and turning on my "emotional" brain switches...so how do I know they're to blame?  How do I even know they exist?  Who decided a hormone was a hormone? 

But, they somehow still do it.... or so I believe.  

Are they really what cause me to cry at the drop of a hat or get offended by something that wasn't even said?  I could almost laugh right now but I feel like crying.  

Also I would like a hug...or a piece of chocolate prune cake. 

Does Santa have hormones?

Shut-eye

SLEEP

It's sooooo much more than just shutting our eyes.
It's pure magic.
Full of miracles and perfect renewal.

(:

My heart is full! Of food, flowers and other wonders.

if GRACE was an OCEAN, we'd all be sinking. 

-random praise song 

Choosing joy.

Comparison is the thief of joy. 
-Theodore Roosevelt 

Sometimes I get caught up in comparing myself to others.  There are occassions when I think about a specific person and wish I had some random quality/talent/feature that I see in them.  Why does my mind focus on comparison? 
I will never be able to pour a joy refill into those moments that were filled with doubt and feelings of inadequate-ness. They're just plain wasted once I choose to compare rather than just accept and smile!
I am going to strive to choose joy and positivity again, and again!  Yep.  That sounds good.

Feeling joy! Watching a Loma Linda, CA sunrise last Sabbath. :)