I saved up all my sunshine

I'm learning a lot about life lately. (boy, if i had a nickel for every time i could say that)
about being bold; about taking down my own fences; about not caring what anyone else thinks; about stepping out of my comfort zone, a lot; and mostly about living life while i have it.

all those things you always heard... "Life is what you make it" "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
all true. absolutely.
we are all entitled to whichever cares and disregards we claim, with the exception of disregarding life itself. anything else is fair game. but with that comes the responsibility of respecting everyone else's right to the same.

How much different would life be if we all loved each other all the time with the same magnitude that we love each other when we're drunk?! that would be incredible! there would never be an empty set of arms, nevermind an empty heart. I think it was Emerson who said something like "to live the end in every step of the journey, to live as many good hours as possible, that is wisdom"

that's what i want. to live as many good hours as possible, and to have empty arms as little as possible.


Senior Dinner Dance was amazing. I couldn't have asked for, hand picked, dreamt up a better date than the one I had. I'm still alive, as are all my friends, and none of us are sunburned or suffered alcohol poisoning. And we all enjoyed ourselves. Dinner at Isabella's was stellar. Casino Night might be the most fun I have ever had. The Dinner Saturday night was delicious, the company was lovely and the decorations were beautiful. The Dance was almost perfect. Our sophomores are amazing, we had a great bar, the decorations were perfect, and again the company was wonderful. And Dell Fest today was lots of fun (with great weather!) excepting the fact that it ended.

So now I'm sitting here, skin still warm from laying out in the sun, as exhausted as I've ever been, dehydrated, and facing the last week of undergraduate classes that I will ever attend.
And time continues on.
*exhale*

I'm going to leave you with an excerpt from a poem by Mary Oliver called "Work"

"I feel my body rising through the water
not much more than a leaf;
and I feel like the child, crazed by beauty
or filled to bursting with woe;
and I am the snail in the universe of the leaves
trudging upward;
and I am the pale lily who believes in God.
though she has no word for it."