Thursday, October 25, 2012

Satisfaction. (Liebster Award!)

Guys. Indulge me for a second. I was nominated for the Liebster award from *this* lovely girl. I'm so flattered and happy! So satisfied (hence the name of this post).You all totally don't have to read this post, but I'll try to make it interesting. Sometimes it's just nice to write about yourself! Also, I'm only going to do part of it because I'm not a fan of long blog posts.

Here's how it works:
The Liebster award is given by bloggers to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers.

What is a Liebster?
The meaning: Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.
1. Each person much post 11 things about themselves
2. Answer the question the nominator made for you and also create 11 more questions for the blogs you nominate
3. Choose 11 people and link them to your post
4. Go to their page and tell them.
5. No tag backs!
Okay, #2 is the only part of the thing that I'm doing. I'm much too lazy, I guess!

-11 Questions From Ashlee-
1. What is your favorite dessert?

Anything with ginger. Gingersnaps. Gingernut cookies. Plain ginger (kidding).
2. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you buy?
A house. I know, boring. But it would be beautiful. I'm not really a shoe/shopping kind of girl.
3. Do you prefer sun or snow?
Sun! My Mexican blood needs it!
4. How did you meet your husband or significant other?
Interesting question. I'll let you know when it happens.
5. Do you have any kids? If no how many do you want?
Here's the thing: I haven't planned my wedding colors, dress, or future life like that. I don't plan my wedding because styles always change. I don't plan kids and such because I feel like when I make plans God says "Haha, good one, Kimberly. Never gonna happen." So I just let Him do His thing.
6. Are you more of a dog lover or a cat lover?
Elephant lover.
7. If you could re-do anything, what would it be?
November and December 2011. I'd redo those two months and my life would be different. I try not to regret anything, but I regret those months.
8. What is your biggest dream?
My biggest dream is to have big family dinners. I think I'm going to write a whole blog post about this. Stay tuned!
9. What is your best memory you have had so far?
*MLB Allstar Game 2012*. I like winning contests. Who doesn't? Don't answer that.
10. What is your favorite thing to do that is for you?
Go to museums. I would live in them if I could.
11. If you could move anywhere in the world, where would you go? 
Prague. And/or Chicago. Actually, probably Chicago. I like speaking English, ya know?

Thank you for reading. I blog because I like to have a place to write. I try not to look at blogging stats and such... but it make me really, really happy to get tagged in this chain. So thanks!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

7 Things I Wish I Knew For Freshman Year

I know that some of you readers are still in high school, so I thought I'd give you advice that I was give (or that I wish I was given) before college. For the rest of you, I hope you can be like "Yeah! That's so true!"


7 Things I Wish I Knew For Freshman Year:
1. In high school, stop worrying about what school everyone else is going to. Just because it's the normal school to go to doesn't mean it's a bad school to choose. I've always wanted to be different when it came to college, but I ended up choosing the school 20 minutes away from my house. And I'm so happy that I did. It's the right school for me.

2. Being nice never hurts. Everyone is new together. Everyone is out of their comfort zone. Maybe you hit it off with people that you met on the first day, but keep in mind that your group can always grow. Look for that girl who is standing on the side with her arms folded, looking uncomfortable. Invite her in.

3. Do your homework. Guys. For real? You're in college now. Do your homework, okay? This week everyone was like "Ahhh, midterms!" and I was like "Oh, is it midterms?" I didn't have to catch up on my studying, reading, or assignments. The only test I was stressed for was the one class where I didn't put in the effort. Just do it, okay? You're growing up. It's time to be responsible.

4. Do SOMETHING! Okay, I thought that I would be running around my freshmen dorm, hanging out with boys every night, and being a social butterfly. That's not what I do, because I discovered that I don't like to do that (It's like a giant EFY here, guys). But I do what I like to do. You don't have to do everything, but do something. Join a club. Go to sporting events. Be active in your church calling. Go to concerts, plays, dances. I guarantee that the people who don't enjoy Freshmen year are the ones who complain about how it is so boring when they aren't even putting in the effort.

5. Don't get into a freshmen relationship. I mean, if you're in love... whatever. It's your choice. But know this: Practically the only people who get into relationships right away are the weird ones. Also, when you're kissing in front of your dorm building, we can all see you. And we all hate you.

6. If you're going to tell everyone you meet about how stressful your life is, keep in mind that they are stressed, too. Everyone has homework, work, and a social life. You're not the only one. Gain perspective.

7. Don't let a bad day make a bad life. This is for life in general. Lately I've been trying to learn how to be happy. So far, I think it comes down to two things. 1: Let things go. 2: Express gratitude for everything and relish the good.
Let bad days go. Let bad test scores go. Let bad moods go. Let your pain go.
Live life with your eyes open to the good. When you see it, savor it. Express your gratitude. That's the secret of how to be happy in any situation.

Any thoughts? Anything to add? Advice? Let me know.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I Guess I've Been Hiding Myself. Who Knows.

I don't know when I started hiding myself.
I think it came somewhere in between the baggy-autumn sweaters and the three inches of hair cut off of my head.
All I know is that I fold my arms a lot more than I used to. I can feel myself shrinking sometimes. I tell myself to put my chin up, shoulders back, smile.
This is how a confident person stands. I am a confident person. Right?

It's funny, because my last post was about what I think true beauty is. I guess I haven't internalized that myself.

Three weeks ago I stood in front of a bathroom mirror with the rest of my Relief Society presidency behind me. I was so frustrated with my hair and my face and my body. They kept encouraging me, telling me to say "Dang, girl! I look hot!" I couldn't do it. The words stuck in my throat. I went home and tried again. I tried to whisper at myself. I could barely do that.

Didn't I just go through a tough breakup? Didn't I just right an essay about how much I learned and grew from that? What happened there, people? Why do I walk across campus and feel like I weigh 250 pounds?

I guess I've been tucking myself away for  long time, and I didn't even know.
So I don't really know where to look for it right now.

But here's the thing about me: I'm a fighter. I'm going to keep looking for that piece of me that I lost.

And hopefully I find much more in the process.

Friday, October 12, 2012


I have a friend, and we both thrive on doing "classic age-appropriate" things.
This year, we do freshmen-in-college things.
We go down slip-n-slides covered in blue foam and I let her sleep in my room when she locks herself out of her building. (Love you, Kara!)
This week is part of the 10-Day Recapturing Beauty Campaign. The Women's Center is putting it on. It's the perfect age-appropriate activity, so obviously I'm participating. It started with yoga and ends with Zumba! Today's challenge is making our own definition of beauty and sharing it somewhere. So here it is!

Kimberly Noelle's Definition of Beauty:
The most beautiful person that I ever knew was made of light.
He was always smiling. He was always laughing. His eyes were always clear.
He radiated light, joy, hope, the spirit of Christ.
I'd look at him and I'd be stunned. He wasn't heavy or rough. He was light.

That's my definition of beauty.

Be light. Radiate light.

Beauty is not your weight. It is not your complexion. It is not your figure.
Trust me, I know it is hard to remind yourself of that truth.
You might say "Well, I know that my self-worth isn't based on how I look."
And yeah, that's nice to say, but it's really hard to actually live.
I, for one, stare at my hair every day and wish it was longer. Why did I cut it? For some reason, I feel that three inches of hair makes me more or less beautiful.
But it doesn't. My light is what makes me beautiful.

I like how "light" means two things:
1) Don't be heavy-hearted. If you see life as a chore, then it will be. If you see life as the most beautiful and inspiring thing that has even happened to you... it will be.
2) Shine. Emit rays of something good. Spread joy. Radiating means that you are giving your light to others.

How do you do that? How do you achieve this lightness?

Humility, grace, patience, and gratitude.
We shine when we let the Lord shine through us.

That's true beauty.