waking up

at the end of the day, I aim to feel content.

but not only content.

My goal is to obtain eternal happiness.

and I think that sometimes I feel a glimpse of it.

Really, I know so little.

I don't remember how to change a tire


or the oil.



And I don't even know how to whistle.


I don't know why we dream in our sleep.
I am not sure sometimes why I feel the way I feel.
I don't know why hair grows.
I don't know why I remember some things so well, and others not.

What I am so thankful for is what I do know.  I know why I am here.  And I am not afraid to die, because I know what will happen in the afterlife.


I was thinking the other day, just randomly flitting and fleeting thoughts between different subjects, and I felt pretty happy.  I felt glad that I am who I am, and that I am here.  Sometimes I think I forget about my eternal goals and even simple, small goals, too.
And I grow a bit...unsettled and discontent.


I really like commas.


My heart is lifted up so high because I am incredibly blessed.  It takes my breath away when I think about all that Heavenly Father has blessed me with.

I have learned this summer that if something takes me away from growing closer to my family, it is not a good thing.


I am sitting on my family's sofa.  I say sofa now because my Mama thinks couch is an unattractive word.  I'm wearing two beautiful rings, gifts from my Mother and family.  I have plenty of clothes to wear, despite the fact I can never find anything.  I can just curl up in a little ball on this sofa and sleep.  Because I have a home.

Someone once told me: "The day that I wake up breathing is a good day."