The Sniffles

Life is an interesting thing. One day you feel like you know how your whole life will play out, then the next day you get a cold. Don't ask, it just sounded good. So I have a cold. Why do they call it a cold when I feel very hot? They should call it a hot. I have a hot today. It flew in ever so stealthily Saturday night and grew gradually worse throughout Sunday. Today I have used almost an entire box of Kleenex by myself... Oh dear. I cannot complain too much, however, because I was so paranoid about getting sick during those weeks of misery (aka end of school and finals), but this hot was kind enough to hold back until all of that was over. Very kind of you hot, thank you. Today I feel much better, though incredibly exhausted and very stuffy (embarassingly so), but I feel 20x's better than I did yesterday afternoon. What a blessing. I had a friend tell me to eat onions when I'm sick. I ate spaghetti sauce with onions in it last night. Maybe that's the reason for this miraculous somewhat recovery! What a discovery... For me... Yes, that did rhyme. Can you tell I'm sick? Probably not. I'm very good at hiding it when I can't think clearly. The thoughts seem to come out of their own accord. A nice break for my brain. Tonight I am going to a Barbeque. Am I excited? Of course. Friends, food, movie, more food, friends, what a night. Awesome. Excited! Well, my rant for today is finished. Almost time to go home. Another blessing. Jolly good. Goodbye for today, and until tomorrow, adieu.

The gift of Friends

The sweet smell of newly fallen rain, cool air, and a walk through the night with a dear friend. My life is one of great joys. Last night was an interesting night. After finals finished I had a let-down crash-down and was sick. I was exhausted and at the end of my line physically, mentally, and emotionally. Yesterday I played volleyball with some friends and as I slammed the craziness out of that ball, I began to feel better. The laughter and sight of friends all around me, living life in such a way that joy was often present, I felt better. Then something changed. I'm not sure exactly what, but the joy faded, the excitement diminished, I was tired, and my shoulders drooped once again. I didn't know what to do. I sat in front of my house, despising the thought of going to bed with such a feeling, yet desiring so much to just sleep and shut out the world. I texted a friend and requested an audience in the cool night air, just to get out and walk. This dear friend, though it was late, and cold, I think could sense my mood (this friend had been playing volleyball earlier as well), and accepted. We walked through the cool, damp air and talked. We joked, we laughed, my shoulders lifted, my heart was light again. The blessing of having true friends, who listen to the spirit and are willing to serve, is, to me, one of the greatest gifts given to us here in mortality. To feel that love and safety in the company of others... This is joy.