Lost.

I was driving home by myself last night.
I love driving by myself.
It gives me time to turn on music that I want to listen to.
I put my phone on silent.
I usually ignore texts or phone calls.
It's Annie time.
Not anyone else's time.
I found myself lost in the lyrics of a song.
I found myself being the story of the song.
Being a musician and someone who has grown up loving music,
I find this to be a regular occurrence.
I love it.
I love taking the time to listen to the lyrics.
I love putting myself in the song writer's shoes.
I get lost in their story.
I don't even realize that I have now pulled into my apartment parking lot.
It's when the music shuts off that I come to reality and know that
there is a world out there.
That there is other noise out there besides the sound of a voice, piano and guitar.
It sometimes breaks my heart.
I wish my life was a constant song that never ended.
I love being lost in the lyrics.
I love not caring about the outside world.
I love music.
I love the power it has in my life.
The influence.
The emotion.
The passion.

Firm Believer.

I am a firm believer in many things.
One belief that I have that I will never question nor deny is the gospel.
I am also a firm believer in the saying, "things happen for a reason."
Today was a day where that belief will never be denied.
I had the day off from work to attend doctor's appointments.
I couldn't for today to happen.
Late last night, my friend Sarah asked if I would go to the temple with her this morning.
I realized it had been a while since I had been and I couldn't turn that opportunity down.
I woke up at my usual time.
As I was pouring my cereal, I noticed that my scriptures were right next to my bowl.
I read my scriptures as I ate my honey nut cheerios.
I wanted to be prepared for my visit to the temple.
I needed to be prepared.
Something amazing was going to happen.
I could just feel it.
Got to the temple around 9:45.
There was hardly anyone there.
I was in the font area waiting for my turn.
Waiting for a miracle maybe?
Just waiting.
This older man was in the font talking to the temple workers.
He had long grey hair pulled back into a pony tail with a scruffed up beard.
In walks an older looking lady.
She had long grey hair pulled back into a pony tail and braided.
She was his wife.
They had a big stack of family names.
I could wait.
I watched as this man baptized his wife in honor of their family members who had passed on.
He began to cry.
She began to cry.
I wanted to feel what they were feeling.
So badly.
I listened to his words.
I watched him.
I felt it.
I began to cry.
I had a prayer of mine answered right then and there.

After I did my work, Sarah and I were getting ready in the women's room.
The lady come out in dry baptismal clothes ready to be confirmed.
I asked her about her family names.
I asked her about her husband.
She goes on to tell me that he looks like a biker dude and not to worry because he is "very LDS".
"He's a high priest!" she said with enthusiasm.
I couldn't help but smile and admire her love for her husband and this gospel.
Another girl came out to get ready to leave and I had noticed that the temple workers knew her by name.
She comes every Monday and has been for the past year and a half.
She just put in her papers and will receive her mission call on Wednesday.
I smiled at the fact that for a year and a half, she has been doing what I should be doing every week.
That she has such love and excitement for the work.
Again, my prayers were answered right in that room.

Sarah and I proceeded to the waiting room.
I knew that the temple was closing soon but I wanted to read The Book of Mormon for a little bit.
We sat and read.
A sweet old man came up to us and thanked us for being worthy to enter into the Lord's house.
Again, I smiled.
I read and felt the spirit so strongly.

There was no mistake that I was there at that time.
There was no mistake that Sarah asked me to go on my only day off of work.
There was no mistake that the lovely couple was there doing work for their ancestors.
There. Was. No. Mistake.

I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason.
That people come in and out of our lives at the most perfect times.
I didn't meet strangers today.
I met angels and friends.

Things happen for a reason.
I believe it.
Do you?

This. Is. Halloween.

Halloween is never really my favorite holiday.

Ya, I loved it when I was little.

Getting all dressed up.

Trick or treating.

Eating candy until my belly ached.

Parties at school.

It was all a dream for me.

For a few years, I was not a fan. 

I could do without the holiday.

But ever since I moved down to Orem, 

my feelings of Halloween have softened.

I love dressing up with my roommates and making my own costume.

Makes me feel a little creative.

Happy Halloween everyone! 

I can't get over how lucky I am to have such amazing roommates.

 I love them to death.

Hello there!

Wow.... It's been way too long since I've blogged!
I've been keeping myself busy with:
Working... Duh.
Preparing for school/mission.
Listening to RED.
Visiting Walmart.
Attempting to get sleep.
No sleeping cause talking with your best friend is a lot more fun.
Working.... Oh I already said that...shows how much I work.
Attending Carrie Underwood concerts with BFF Bob.
Crushing on Hunter Hayes.
Playing Mario Kart.
And being surrounded by good people.

Yep.
It's a busy, yet good life.
I'm happy.
I'm back to blogging.
More updates to come.
Smile people.
It's Friday.
It's payday.

Blessed...

It's days like today where I really had to "keep calm and carry on".
Work was a little up and down.
I wanted to go home the second I clocked in.
I wanted to go back to bed.
I just wanted to relax.
My shift was coming to an end and I found myself shutting down.
Physically and emotionally.
I wanted to be done.
I was praying for some sort of peace or maybe a miracle of some sort.
After counting down my till in the back, I walked out to the front to clock out and there was a surprise for me.
One of my best friends.
Trent.
He knew I was struggling today and he came to take me to Cafe Rio.
That was all.
Cafe Rio.
Then we went to Best In Music to play guitars and pianos.
It was a short visit but it was all I needed.
I came home to roomies Aubrey and Macy.
We sat and talked.
Laughed.
Watched Miss Congeniality and admired the actress Sandra Bullock.
8:30....I got tired.
What?
Just what I needed.
After a quick phone call with my mummy and a sweet good night from her I am off to bed.
This day started out a little slow.
I wanted it to end at 8 AM.
But after support from friends and family,
I am a happy camper.
I loved today.
Bring it on tomorrow.

Please?

Dear me,

Can I PLEASE just have one good night's sleep? Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I mean... It's been 3 weeks. Come on. Give me a break. Please and thank you.

Sincerely.

You're tired body.

My time is now...

I want to go so badly. So badly that it hurts. 

It hurts to a point that thinking about not being able to go makes me cry.

Thinking about maybe getting the chance to go makes me cry.

I feel like my time is now.

Not next year.

Not the year after.

Now.

I have so many things I want and need to do.

This is one of them.

And it will happen.

I will make sure of it.