Obviously blogging consistently is not my thing. I just don't feel like I have a lot to say, ever. 

But I'm graduating and that's gotten me thinking about a lot of things lately. The main concern being time and how it passes me by without a care. My life sometimes seems to be one big blur of indecision and fear. It's easy to get caught up in the fast pace of the world and forget the real purpose of life, which does not include anything remotely related to fame or fortune or whether or not I attain a PhD. I'm grateful for the knowledge I have of the Plan of Salvation. I know that I am here to fulfill an eternal role and that my progression is not, nor will it ever be, limited by time. 

(In order to see what day I was graduating I looked at BYU's academic calendar and as I did I felt a rush of emotion; so I wrote a poem and called it Calendar)

 Calendar: 

Number the days and watch them go

A wisp in the wind, footprints in the snow

Days into weeks into months into years

No way of knowing if there will be tears

Ink on a page apathetic and bold

Jealously guarding stories untold

Deceptive and cunning, hiding the truth,

That little black ink has stolen our youth.

How many memories trapped on a page?

The friendships and photographs yellowed with age.

The smell of the grass, crunch of leaves in the fall

Those little black numbers, concealing it all.

(View of Provo from Kiwanis Park)