"We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine."

{ Wednesday, February 16, 2011 }
It has been one of those rare weeks. A week where the edges of dream and reality blur and bleed into something too perfect and simple. I don't know if it's the warm weather, the clear skies, or my budding optimism, but happiness is encompassing my life in ways I never thought possible.
It's hard to believe that I'm entering the final two weeks of my teen years. I'm not sad, only a bit nostalgic. I honestly believe with all of my heart that the best years are yet to come and my story is just beginning.
Pardon the digression, but shall we continue with the upbeat mood? I recently made a list of the things that make me happiest in life, so why not present them in graphic form? Sure, they may be simple, strange or silly, but they define me. I wouldn't change a thing.

Need I say more? Preferably lots of it, in many varieties. Avocado rolls, California rolls, and salmon rolls can gladly reside in my belly.

They are the happiest flower out there, I believe. Nobody has ever brought me sunflowers before, but if and when it happens I will perform multiple happy dances in public. Bet on it.

I don't really know where my odd fascination with dinosaurs started. Most likely when I fell in love with Jurassic Park when I was five. Anyway, I think they're pretty neat and I would definitely own this hoodie. If only it came in adult sizes.

Holding hands.
A simple gesture, I know, but it means more than anything to me. And makes me smile like an idiot.

The only breed of dog I have ever owned, and will always own. Sure, it takes a while to get used to the lack of...face, but they are the sweetest! Nothing is comparable to a Pekingese waking you up in the morning.

Oh, the endless wonders of rolling around on four wheels. Indoors, outdoors, it doesn't matter- I break out my roller blades and zoom around like they're going out of style. Oh, wait they already are...

Jim Halpert.
Yes, I know he is a fictional character. Regardless, he is witty, intelligent, boyishly handsome, and embodies every endearing, awkward trait that I find irresistible. Oh, gee.


Being front row at concerts.
Honestly, there is nothing like it. Being in front of all the action, singalongs, and music makes me feel so full of life.

A little retro photography never hurt anyone, right? Whenever the rare chance comes along that I get my hands on one of these cameras, I happily snap away.

Think of the little things in your life that make you smile. They may be insignificant, but they all mean something.


Love (noun): 1. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person

{ Monday, February 14, 2011 }
Happy Valentine's Day, blog readers! Although I do not have a Valentine this year, I'm still celebrating the fact that I am surrounded by loved ones and couldn't be happier with my life.
I'm so lucky. We all are.
Below is a collection of images that make my heart flutter. Yes, they may be silly, mushy, or downright cheesy- but what can I say?
They all make me smile incredibly too much.

Be kind, tell someone you love them today. It may be your mom, your best friend, your crush, your dog, or even God. Just do it, and do it all of your heart.


Oh, such wonderfully artistic friends I have....

{ Thursday, February 10, 2011 }
My suitemates Whitney and Lindsey presented me with this cunning illustration at lunch today. Needless to say, I felt compelled to share it with the world through this blog. I don't know whether to laugh, scoff, or cry at it.
I choose to laugh. AH-HAH!

Humiliation at its finest!
It's the little things that make my day.


Personal hero, Aaron Gillespie

{ Wednesday, February 9, 2011 }
Last night I was sitting in my room, contemplating and mentally listing the people I most look up to in my life. Obviously, my parents topped the list, along with a random selection of philanthropists from the last century or so.
And Aaron Gillespie.
Although I like to think I have a widely varied taste in music, there are always those certain, special bands that you find yourself coming back to time after time. I discovered The Almost my sophomore year of high school, after learning that Gillespie, drummer of popular post-hardcore band Underoath, had begun a lighter-sounding side project. After hearing the single "Say This Sooner," I was hooked.
Time and time again I have listened to the album Southern Weather in its entirety, and I feel renewed after. The entire album, from start to finish, is an emotionally moving and cleansing experience.
In September of 2009 I had the privilege of seeing The Almost live, and was amazed by their uplifting and spiritual nature onstage. After the show I finally got to meet Gillespie, who was undoubtedly one of the kindest people I have ever encountered.
The video below captures the essence of Gillespie at his best, with his kind nature intact and heartfelt message honestly expressed to fans. His story proves that "rock bands" can have an upstanding moral stature while promoting a positive message. It's refreshing, really, and I cannot get enough.

For more information and tour dates, visit the band's official website at http://www.thealmost.com!


"Stop there and let me correct it, I want to live a life from a new perspective"

{ Monday, February 7, 2011 }

For my entire life, I've loved having everything in line, in a-b-c order, in a perfectly balanced sense of calm and collected "control." At a fairly young age I mentally devised a master plan for my life: do well in school, study journalism in college, jet to New York City after graduating- and find a job, fall in love and attain success somewhere in between the lines.
There is something wrong here, though.
Yes, this is my plan, but it really isn't designed for me at all.
In the midst of all of my planning, studying, and preparing I have forgotten that my life is not propelled by my plan, but by God's plan for me.
I feel as though it is entirely too easy to forget this simple truth, and I am making a point to never lose sight of it again.

In my circle of friends I am known as the planner, the one who has her sights set on exactly what she wants. Although my naturally instilled sense of ambition has propelled me through recent years, it has also become one of my faults. I feel as though I am powerful enough to do everything on my own, when in reality...I'm not.
I need to rely on my faith more, and let go of everything else. When I am stressed, I need to turn to Him.
I have always feared appearing "needy," but I am no longer afraid. If anything, I am humbled.
My life is a constant process of change and growth, and I find it truly fascinating to experience all of it firsthand. Life as of late has been phenomenal, and I couldn't ask for more! I am finally letting go and surrendering. The outcome has left me in awe.

I no longer hold onto those who do not value my kindness or take my friendship for granted- I have let them go, only to have something more amazing walk through the door instantaneously (honestly!).
I no longer stress over my school work- the sense of calm that has been instilled in me saves the day, everyday.
I no longer over-think or analyze situations- I have accepted the fact that everything happens for a reason, although it may hurt or not make sense at the moment.
This is not coincidence, irony, or luck- it is Grace actively working in my life.
I'm living life from a new perspective.

I keep having this reoccurring dream:

{ Tuesday, February 1, 2011 }
I'm lying in my bed, daydreaming, reading a book, or something of a similar nature.
Suddenly, I hear the faint rustle of movement outside of my door. No knocking- just the presence of a perfect stranger.
When I know for sure that they have gone, I open the door- only to find a white, nondescript envelope taped to my door. It is addressed to me, "Lindsay."
Heart beating in my ears, I open it. Inside is a perfectly typed note, a mere sentence, in antiquated typography.
"Meet me at Mayfair, 6 o'clock." The art building. My favorite one, full of character and Impressionistic ghosts.
A thousand ideas and a handful of names run through my mind. The anonymity burns me.
I go, stomach full of cartwheels, head held high. I sit on the wraparound porch.
Cross legs, fold hands, uncross legs, fiddle with phone, play with hair.
Minutes fly by, and my excitement flutters away with them.
I feel stupid, cheated.
I wait, but you- the stranger- you never come.

This dream has come to me at least four times over the past couple of months. I honestly do not know how to interpret it. Maybe it is my hopeful subconscious, or an omen in disguise. Whatever it may be, it never changes or varies. The stranger remains a constant reminder. Perhaps it has no meaning at all. A blissful, meaningless illusion.