strangers in the night.

So, I should be in class right now, but I’m not. I am sitting in on my couch, sipping too-hot-tea in a fuzzy yellow blanket reading about the human developmental life span in a textbook that cost me my first born son, and my left eye. Is that ironic? Studying hard for the class I am currently not attending? Yes. Yes it is.

It is the start of a new year. Well, a new year on my blog, seeing as we are already halfway through the month. I’ve never really been big on the whole “New Years’ Resolutions” custom. I am always in a state of attempting to better myself, and am consistently making new goals. My larger and broader ambitions always just have a tendency of falling on the beginning of the year. But this year, I was really able to get into the whole resolution spirit. There is something beautiful about the idea of starting fresh. You could say that you hadn’t yelled at your little brother all year, that you hadn’t broken your diet all year, that you hadn’t worn pants. There is just something almost magical. Like God had not only made the world a better place by uplifting our spirits in light of the holidays and in recognition of the birth of Christ, but then sealed the ending with a hope of self improvement, and a better tomorrow.

I wasn’t able to sleep much last night, and decided to go for a walk. My walks are so intimate for me. I sometimes have a hard time even talking about them because it is always just me and the Lord, surrounded by the creations of his hands. It hasn’t snowed yet, and there was nothing more than a slight bitter chill in the air. A friend once told me that while he was on his mission, he had a companion that used to keep hot potatoes in his pockets to keep him warm, and everyone would make fun of him. I would never admit it, but ever since then I have been putting potatoes in my coat pockets to keep my hands nice and toasty. Perhaps I should carry around a little salt or something in case I get hungry on my three in the morning madness.

I went to the lake the other day; one of my most favorite places in the world. It was frozen. It was so fascinating to me, because the waves had been frozen as they were; thin, slender sheets of ice, in layer after beautifully delicate layer. It was fascinating. My friend and picked up shards of sharp ice and threw them onto the frozen surface, and they shattered into millions of diamonds. The sun was just setting, and it hit the pieces just right. Making them sparkle enchantingly. The sight took my breath away, and filled my soul. Of course I wanted to go traipsing about all over the surface, so let’s just say that I didn’t drive away necessarily dry.

My little sister has moved in with me, and I have a new roommate. They’re a pretty great lot so far, you won’t get any complaints out of me. Yet. It’s kind of nice to have people around again. I had created a regular bachelor pad with how my stuff was always lying about, forts in the living room, dishes unwashed, shoes everywhere you looked, and clothes all over the apartment. I really enjoyed living by myself, but it’s nice to not be alone anymore too. It keeps me disciplined.
Bah! I have to go. I will try to update as soon as I can. I have a class in a few minutes that I cant miss.

P.S. It still hasn't snowed and... I think that this has been the best winter Utah has ever had.

~C