How old is your soul?

I've been thinking a lot lately, but I'm not sure how to get those thoughts to come down from my brain and out through my mouth or my fingers.  I hear things and read things and see things that make me feel things that make me think things, but none of those things ever seem to come together in just the right way.

But maybe they don't have to fit perfectly.

I've been thinking about love.  I've been thinking about how you can love someone, but one day you can turn around and discover that you don't really love them at all anymore.  Or how sometimes you love someone, but that doesn't mean you want them around all the time.  Or how other times you love someone so much that you don't care what they do.

You just love them.

I've been thinking about wishing.  I've been thinking about wishing so bad for something that never happens.  I've been thinking about dreams that are never realized, but also about dreams that are.  I've been thinking about prayers that are answered.

I've been thinking about growing.  I've been thinking about how we never stop growing, and how I hope we're growing more understanding, more confident, and more compassionate, rather than more judgmental, more insecure, and more uncaring.

I've been thinking about fear.  I've been thinking about all of the things that I swore I wouldn't be afraid of anymore, and realizing that no matter how hard I try, I'll still be afraid.

I've been thinking about how that's okay, because after all, I'm only human.

I've been thinking about symbols, motifs, and themes, but I've also been thinking about derivatives and how the sine of pi/2 is one.

I've been thinking about how I've spent so much time thinking that I haven't had much time to do anything else.

It's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off.

Before the gold and glimmer have been replaced

We only have 3 weeks left.  Let's make the most of it okay?

It's been a pretty good summer mostly.  I was so scared that I wouldn't like this summer as much as last, but  now I think it was better.  I like the person I am this summer better than the person I was last summer.  I like my friends.  Last summer was ward bonding summer, but this summer we've been curing our ward-itis.  I like my hair.

Unfortunately, this summer has felt so short.  I've been crazy busy, and I haven't had a chance to stop and do nothing.  But I'm determined to make the last 3 weeks of this summer the best ever.

"Another sun-soaked season fades away"

Love and kisses,

Dani

(p.s. Laura, we really need to do something.  Maybe we'll go take some pictures or something.)

Wishes

I was going to write some of my wishes but I can't remember any of them.

Isn't that strange? That I spend most of my day wishing for things that probably won't happen, but now I can't even remember what they are. I think there's a moral here:

This too shall pass and all will be well.

And not only will all be well, but you probably won't even remember why you were so upset in the first place.

I'm not very good at painting my nails.

Stay Strong.

Love and kisses,

Dani

(p.s. Ariel, do you know if Tami is having class in the summer?)

Let's just say that I was going to preference.

And while we're pretending, let's just say that I had some money. That would be nice. But if I were going to preference and if I did have some money I would wear this dress: and these shoes:

I asked someone pretty tall in my head world so I can wear those kinds of heels. And you know what? Actually I asked someone that my imaginary self is imaginarily (I know that's not a word) in love with. And he's imaginarily in love with imaginary me too. And after a wonderful imaginary evening and a nice ride home in his imaginary car, he gave me an imaginary kiss on my imaginary doorstep. With a door that doesn't have windows. So my imaginary parents can't see us kissing. But even if they did, these imaginary parents wouldn't care.

And then guess what happened?

We went on lots of imaginary dates after that. And we were in love. And he wrote me and imaginary song on his imaginary guitar. Or piano. I can't decide. Oh what the heck, how abouts both. He can play the guitar and the piano, so he wrote me two songs. And then he sang them for me and I cried lots of imaginary tears of imaginary joy.

(all right, we all know who this imaginary person is, so why do I even bother pretending?)

post script: if you can read that bit at the end, consider yourself blessed. you're not supposed to be able to.

Love and kisses,

Dani

Take a look at the total!

We went to coldstone, he and I. And plenty of other people... But we still went to coldstone and it was lovely.