Burns my feet as they touch the ground.

The clock is ticking, ticking, ticking closer to summer and I am the only one left to be excited.  I am the only one left to crave the sunshine and the grass and my long lost friend, sleep.  We haven't seen each other in quite a while.

I discovered something new this year.  After wasting so much time feeling sorry for myself and missing the past and wishing we were still there, I realized that there's nothing wrong with where I'm at.  I realized that it's fine to like Lone Peak sometimes and to maybe even enjoy being at school.  I realized that there are boys with jedi braids and boys with glasses and boys who sing and boys who recycle.  I realized that maybe some of them might even know who I am.  We could even be friends or something.  And you know what?  Maybe I even like where I am better than where I was.

Well I don't want to start feeling sorry for myself when things change.  I can change and I can make friends and I move on.

So I'm excited for a change.  I want to do something new and cut my hair and go thrift shopping and get a tan-line.  Would you care to join?

(Normally I would post some beautiful, inspirational, summer-themed pictures here, but I currently don't have access to the computer where all of my blogging pictures are stored.  Sorry, maybe next time.)

Don't be afraid to change.

Love and kisses, 
Dani


(post script:  So Brynn, I had this great idea where maybe we should meet all of these people Rocky talks about all the time and then we'll know who he's talking about...)

It's raining out my window, and today it looks like night.

It's quite lovely actually, the way it feels and smells and breathes when it rains.

It's kind of funny how much people change, and how much they don't. Some people become complete strangers as time goes on, and others never seem to change.

I wonder, how much have I changed? I'm older and a bit wiser, but how much have I really changed? Is it that I've changed completely but underneath I'm still the same person, or that my entire self has changed but I still act the same?

I hope I've changed for the better. I hope that I've grown stronger and more kind and more empathetic. I hope I've grown more beautiful on the inside and more capable of love. I hope I'm the type of person who is more than the sum of her parts. I hope I've helped someone.

"Just because everything's changing

doesn't mean it's never

been this way before"

Don't be afraid of living.

Love and kisses,

Dani

p.s ( does someone want to explain why I can't put spaces between my paragraphs?)