So I’m back from Hawaii (post on that later). It was great. Not the sunshine, breezes, beaches, and rainbows, but the people. Everyone I met or got to know better was just great. And then I come back home. I come from 85 degrees to 35. I come from constant glistening rays of sun to a week of dreary rain. I come from feeling useful and appreciated to feeling, well useless and really meaningless. School, yay. Who cares?

Obviously, I don’t want to feel that way. So I’m doing something about it. Everyday I’m going to wake up and give myself an identity such as “today I am an athlete” and then go through the day with that identity in mind. Yes, it does sound dumb. But it helps, so I’m sticking to it. It’s all very humbling. Anyway, yesterday I was a baker. So I made some apple crisp to share with my friends at bible study and church. Today I was accomplishing. I drove through school, did a craft, made dinner, practiced my lines for my play, cleaned my room, and listened to a Christmas song. *gasp* I know I should wait until after Thanksgiving, but it was just so tempting. So I listened to one and that’s it.