a day late...

I am thankful for...

My family. My roommate/sister. My other family. TV shows. Music. My fingers. Cake. Turkey. My water bottle. Curly hair. Jeans. Cowboy boots. Little kids. Temples. Scriptures. The Atonement. General Conference. Donuts. A great metabolism. Heat. Warm showers. Blankets. Socks. Babies. Nail polish. Pink lipstick. Churches. Pianos. Cellos. People who become your best friends. People who change your life. Angels. Good examples. High-top Reeboks. Leather jackets. A car. My job. Children with autism. Audiometers. My major. Fun classes. Good grades. Chick-fil-a. Airplanes. Christmas. Dresses. Braids. Bracelets. Happy people. Jokes. Smiling. The knowledge that everything will be okay.

surprise!

So. I came home for Thanksgiving. Which means I am currently laying in a queen size bed that I did not have to scramble over my desk to get to. (Yup, I'm top bunk back in the Bubble.) It was my mother's idea to not tell my dad that I was coming home today. He was surprised. So here I am. Home.

Coming back home is a reminder of past things. In the past, I used to get caught up in the trap that is my own head. We've all been there... When you are confused, you might look for direction from any source that seems to wave its arms in front of you. But let me tell you, there is really only one source that can give you true and right direction. So I'm sticking with that one. I am firm in my knowledge that everything will be okay. I write that in my journal at least once a day. But it's true. I know it, and you should, too. And I'm going to leave it at that.

election day.

Tomorrow is Election Day. But guess what? I already voted. So sneaky.

Here's my thing about politics... I hate talking about them. HATE IT. So this is all I'll say. It is my personal belief that no matter for whom you vote, your president is your president, and he (Or she... Clinton 2016! Just kidding.) should be respected as such. And that's it. Happy voting, ladies and gents.