Hope for the Flowers [Funk-ified, part 2?]

Hello, my friends.

Today, I’m thinking about change. And flowers. And friends. Good friends. I have been thinking about what it means to be a friend. And to uplift and strengthen and love your fellow man. And Canada and Italy and Virginia. And perseverance.

Also, about this book:

This quote may be by Newt Gingrich… but it’s still good (it’s not about living on the moon):

“Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about the kind of life I want to have and what it will take to get there. These past few weeks have been funny-weird, frustrating, and funny-ha-ha. It seems like every day there is something that tries to derail my path. Some outside negative force trying to get me to give up, and to surrender, and to fail. And every day, I say a little prayer of thankfulness that I haven’t yet. And that I don’t intend to. And that I’ve got that fire and ambition to keep on keepin’ on!

I’ve worried about money. I’ve worried about lalling in fove, as my dear friend Kimbo says. I’ve worried about the mistakes I’ve made. I’ve worried about being forgotten. I’ve worried about my ever-accruing student loan debt. I’ve worried about joint pain. I’ve worried about worrying (what?). I’ve worried about my grades. I’ve worried about my family.

Yikes! The funny thing is that all of those are actually funny to me. They’re funny because I start to feel them, and I think “Well… I don’t actually feel that way…. That must be false.” And I laugh, and power through, and carry on. Occasionally I have to make a mind-clearing phone call to Nena so she can repeat our mantra back to me: NOTHING BAD IS HAPPENING.

Persevere, my friends, is my word for this year. (I picked one a little late… the year’s more than half over.)

Wait, I don’t want this to be a “woe is me” post. I’m trying to emphasize that I am just plain happy! I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that this semester… I feel like every week that goes by helps me realize that more. Sometimes we get put through the ringer, and our hair is a little (or a lot) out of place, and our contacts are drying out and we feel like we can’t take another step…

And then we realize everything really is A-O-K!

This is my 1:07 a.m. face.

How does all of this relate? Let me give you (and myself) a little summary. It is, after all, now 1:10 a.m. and I’m getting more loopy by the second. But I really, really feel like that I’ve been pondering is important.


  • Life is so, so good. All the parts of it. The hard parts and the weird parts and the oh-so-wonderful parts.
  • When times are slow-going, and evil/negative/mean/cruel external forces threaten our happiness and our determination, we ought to whistle while we work instead of whining while we…. don’t work? (I say “we,” but really I mean that I need to remember that.)
  • I want to work for what is real and authentic and peaceful. I choose that path. I hope you do too!
  • I AM SO, SO THANKFUL for every single thing that has happened to me — it has led me here. That is the cheesiest thing I’ve said on this blog to date, but it is 100% true.

In conclusion for tonight, I’m tired. And happy. And also shloopy (sleepy), too. Stay classy.



One comment

  1. Beth Cole · July 19, 2012

    I think I remember another young lady expressing those same worries. She especially worried about being forgotten, or left out, or being behind in school. It’s amazing, but the Lord really blesses you when you push aside all those worries and forge ahead. He loves you and has an amazing plan for you. I can’t wait to see what other things He has in mind!

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