Plans

I’m obsessed with plans. I plan everything. Before I do it, I have to plan it. Plans give me this false sense of security; because hey, it’s all planned out! This is how it will happen. And then my non-obsession with the execution part kicks in, and well. I have to make another plan. The first plan didn’t happen the way I planned.

But I’ve got a new plan! My plan is to start sticking to my plans.

Meanwhile, Provo is rockin her fall colors, Julia is making our apartment smell delicious, my old organ teacher passed me in the library and smiled her big smile at me today, my back doesn’t hurt anymore, David Archuleta still knows how to sing, and I hear there will be some pretty awesome pumpkin carving going on tonight.

And I didn’t even plan any of it.

When in Doubt

I know we all do it, so don’t try denying it. When you wake up on a Saturday morning, the first thought that enters that newly-awake mind of yours goes something like “Hey, do I want to feel invigorated and empowered and successful and strong and refreshed and AWESOME? Or would I rather feel like a sluggish slob.”

Sounds familiar, huh. I'm here to help you decide.

When in doubt, just go running. :)

Beauty in the Form of Sound

Last night I went to a Faculty Violin Recital. So posh. And also free. Now, I went to a piano recital a few days ago which was excellent. Some profesh pianist played, and he was extremely good. But I’m a little ashamed to say that I got pretty bored after twenty minutes. It was just all the same, and it got tiresome. I concluded that I just haven’t learned to appreciate good music (which is probably true.) However, last night was a different story. I literally sat completely entranced from the first sound of a Violin Sonata of Beethoven’s to the end. It was an hour and a half. An hour and a half of... mm… You know how people say “words can’t express?” Especially in sappy movies? You know how that’s so cliché? Well, this time they really can’t, okay? When the song would end, I could not keep down a grin. It just came. And then the next song started and the grin would disappear because grinning uses up energy. And well, all energy was directed at listening to and watching them make music. That sounds exaggerated. But I kid you not. I haven’t been so intensely captivated in a long time. Maybe the last time was seeing avatar in the theater. That was actually pretty captivating. But it was also different. No, not the same. This was better.

Well anyway. I just wanted to express that the violin recital last night was more than a worthwhile experience. It was absolutely, and stunningly wonderful. They say beauty comes in many forms. This was *ehem* a hecka lot a beauty in the form of sound.

And I am grateful for my ears.