Dear God [Human Physiology whoes again],

As you know, I'm taking my Human Physiology final four days early so I can say good-bye to Jordan at the airport on Tuesday, before he leaves for 6 months (why does 6 months feel like eternity all of a sudden?)

I don't know how I'll ever be truly prepared for this final; I think I could study everyday for three weeks and still feel terrified.  As it is, though, I've got four days til this thing eats me alive (hopefully it doesn't), and I'm pleading for your aid in helping me defeat the beast.  And boy, God, is it a beast... a real, big, nasty beast... and I'm a little girl who's afraid of monsters.

So.  I don't know what else to say---or pray---but help!  Help me to focus, help me to understand, help me to retain.  And most of all, help me to trust Jordan into your hands while he's gone... Jordan, and my lonely aching heart.

Very Sincerely,
Hannah

Isn't it true that you don't really appreciate a place until you've left it?

I miss this ol' drive way.

I've walked down it, ran up it, learned to ride my bike on it, harrowed the big green pasture next to it and shoveled feet of snow off the top of it, scrapped up my knees on its gravel and chased escaped cows along its fence line. 

Funny, the things you miss when they're suddenly absent from your life.
   
     
     “When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, 'What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?'  
     'They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,' Pa said. 'Go to sleep, now.'   
     But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods…  
     She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”   
 ― Laura Ingalls Wilder

Dear God,

I wish you could take Human Physiology for me.  I'm pretty sure you'd get an A+ (since you happen to be the Creator of the human body, and all.  No big deal.)

Meanwhile, though, I'm the one taking Human Physiology.  And even though I find it exceedingly interesting... it's kicking my Gluteus Maximus.

(Help?)

Sincerely,
One Very Worn-Out Noggin

And... she's alive!

Hello, world.

Once again---I haven't written anything in what feels like half of forever.  What's a girl to write about, when everything in her life changes from everything it was before?  It's too much just to contemplate, I tell you, and far too much to ramble about in a single measly blog post.  I'm so far behind updating my new world I don't know where to begin.  Or how to begin.  Or whether or not I should try to begin.

So I'm not.

I have this idea... and I want to know thumbs up or down.

I've been thinking of creating a new writing place: a brand-spankin' new blog in which to document my year.  Yeah, so, it's the end of October---I know.  Not the typical time of year to start a 365 blog.  But maybe it doesn't have to be a 365 blog?  Just, a blog that's consistent.  Consistent enough to flow together, instead of jumping around from month to month in random spurts of creative inspiration.

It's just, I've learned a lot.  In the past three months alone.  God has changed and is changing me; everyday, it feels like; and I think my learning curve could only benefit from a daily/weekly/monthly documentation of the process.  I think it could be constructive---productive---releasing and unbinding and useful.

What stinks: I don't have a camera.  Granted, a blog can be anything and doesn't require photography.  But I love photography, and I want photos.  Too bad all I have here in Utah is an old point-and-shoot Panasonic digital I've had since I was fourteen... outdated + bad quality = disappointing.

I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.

(Maybe.)

Drat...

Interpretation: God is Linus, my life is the mural under construction, you (the readers---if there any of you) are Frieda, and Snoopy is me.  Obviously... (Heh heh.)