Friday, July 29, 2011

Not Ready

I've done something really, really stupid.
I've become very close with a bunch of people I will never see again.

For two full years of high school, I stuck to my own. My friends were in my grade. They wouldn't be leaving me until I left them.
About two months before school ended, I started hanging out with the Seniors.
Smooth move, Kimberly. Don't worry, they're just going to leave you.
I just ignored the impending end of summer... but it's coming faster than ever.

I've seen my friends in my grade less than 5 times this summer. I've seen my ex-Senior friends about 5 times this week.

Right now I cannot even imagine how I'm going to feel saying goodbye to them.
I can't picture going back to school.

The good news is: Things are NEVER as bad as they seem.
Next year will be the best year ever.
Before it comes, I have to make the summer count.
Living everyday, no matter the approaching deadline. It will come no matter what I do, so I might as well live it up daily.
I'm not ready for this to end, but when it does, I know it'll be okay. I'll have help from Above. I always do.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


This post is about nothing, really. It's about the tiny pieces of me. 
These are pictures of the things that pop into my mind and that I frequently feel or think about.
I'll let you make your own conclusions about most of them.

My current favorite song.

"...because you're making me believe I could have a happily ever after, and it's scaring me."

This was a glimpse into me on a gloomy looking day when I don't know if I'm feeling gloomy or not.

Monday, July 25, 2011

True Love

I witnessed a real life true love story yesterday.

I went singing at a retirement home with some friends yesterday.
There were so many stories I could tell about the experience!
About Hallie, with her bird, Precious, who came to her in a moment of need and basically saved her life.
About Sally, who told me exactly what I needed to hear. She also told us about her amazing son afflicted with dwarfism.

And then there was one room...
The wife had Dementia. Her granddaughters asked us to come sing to her. Turns out music was her entire life. She had learned to play the organ in the tabernacle. She had been her ward organist for 40 years. When she was asked a question, she would answer with nonsense sentences, but when we sand she kept the time of the music with her foot. Her husband sat by her bed and told us her favorite hymns.

Now comes the love part.

After we sang to this lady, we visited another room. After that room, we walked back into the hallway and I saw this wonderful woman's door was closed. Her husband was sitting in the lobby, the television on mute. He was listening to a song from a cd player. One guess what the song was.

"I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces..."


It was a really life Notebook story!

And I just thought: This wasn't a movie. It was real life. It was happening. This man stays with his wife even though she struggles. He loves her anyway. It was selfless, true, true love.

The kind of love we all want to have someday.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

First Photo Shoot

So I have this very talented friend. (Go ahead and check out her photos here.) Her name is Chloe and she happens to me my Hero of the Day!
I've never had a personal photo shoot before, but I've always wanted one. Lucky for me, Chloe happens to be an absolutely wonderful photographer!

Please comment and tell me your favorites, and then I will try to give my blog-header-and-such a face lift.













Monday, July 18, 2011

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

This post will not be about boys, sorry.

There once was a little girl who always wore dresses. In second grade, her dad won heaps of money on the radio and took her family to the most magical place on earth.

She fell in love.

To this day, she believes Disneyland is blessed to bring joy to the most dismal of hearts.

*scene change*
This same girl has had very ambitious career plans. Lawyer, commercial writer, museum curator (Okay, not too ambitious with that one), the list goes on.
She decided she couldn't work in Disneyland, because the magic would fade after time. So she decided to help others get to the place where dreams come true.

This little girl, if you haven't guessed, is me.

My dream is to work for the Make A Wish organization. I've always known that I'm supposed to help people. That sounds so obvious, but it's one of the truths at my very core.

A dream is a wish your heart makes...
and all I want is to make other's wishes come true.
Be it going to Disneyland, meeting Bill Gates, or getting a princess bedroom, I want to see those kid's faces light up.
No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Casual Listener

You know when you've heard around two songs of a band, and you like them, but you simply forget to find their other songs?

In the 7th grade, I heard a song called Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy. Four years passed, and I have a total of... four songs by them. I know some people are not number inclined... so I'll just tell you: That is equal to one song a year. I'm pretty much the definition of casual listener.

Sort of how Ginny Weasley should have looked.

This is she, A Fine Frenzy.

Today I dove into her music, and I fell in love.

Her lyrics baffle me. I'm a lyric person.

I am a casual listener no more!

Coincidentally, today is the first day I ever fell in love with a shoe. I don't think I should be proud of that... but I am proud of my skills in convincing my mother to buy me a pair.