you are enough

I've thought about this post for months and months on end. I've debated writing it at all and seriously debated sharing it.

However,

I need to write it. For me.
I need to share it. For anyone else who has been there.

I don't know when it all started. It very well could have been while I was still on my mission. I know I was truly carried those last couple of months by angels. I was pretty broken on the inside when I stepped off that plane. Heartbroken and tired I came home completely terrified of what was waiting.

When I came home from my mission no one was surprised (especially not me), by my emotional and kind of up in the air state of being. As the weeks turned into months I wondered how long it would take for me to come back down to earth. A lot of missionaries struggle returning to normal life. A lot of people break up with people they really care about. A lot of people have a hard time fitting in at BYU. I wasn't traveling down a path that was too difficult, it was just life.

At first I was able to live with the weird feelings and frustration at my social situations. I celebrated 2 weddings, Christmas, a family vacation and moved to school. I was busy busy busy and that was a blessing. When life slowed down for the Frodsham family and I didn't have any more weddings to look forward to, I realized more each day that I wasn't okay.

I was tired a lot but it was college and everyone is tired right? So I took long naps. Those naps turned into all day. Then I stopped going to class. I stopped trying to make friends. I just slept because when I was sleeping I didn't feel. When I was sleeping I didn't social media stalk people from my past or look through old pictures or read old blog posts from when I was happy. When I was sleeping I was safe. My Professors probably thought I was lazy. My roommates knew more about what I was avoiding and did all they could to love me. My grades began to slip because I was so anxious going to campus- afraid of who I would see and how I would feel. I stopped trying feeling like I would never catch up on the work I slept through. I couldn't eat without getting sick. I felt completely unmotivated to exercise. I don't remember now what it was that prompted me to call home but I knew I needed help.

...

I sat in soft chair with a box of tissues on my lap. Two kind, concerned faces looked at me as I cried until my head throbbed. I will never forget the grip on my stomach as she said the word 'depression'.

Depression? but I'm a happy person... Megan is happy and loves life and people. I can't have depression.

Situational depression is different from a chemical imbalance. I was told I would get better with time and attention. The process of healing began there.
I was scared of the idea of a mental illness. I couldn't take an antibiotic and kill the infection. My mom couldn't take the disappointed, anxious or sad feelings out of me and make me better. It had to be me and my choices.

Over the last 9 months I have sat with 3 different therapists, kept a feelings journal, read articles and books about grieving and cried more than I thought was possible. I have prayed and fasted and prayed and hoped and struggled. I've been decently open about it because I needed people who truly cared about me. I indeed am blessed with good friends and family.

There were more times than I care to remember that I put it all back in a box and pushed it into the deepest darkest corners I could find. It always found its way back out again and I would start the process of accepting it all over again.

...

This time last year I was just starting the hardest part of my mission. I remember those days and thinking that I would trade anything in the world to just go home. I didn't know then what coming home from a mission would really be like.

I would like to say that it is important to warn missionaries but people told me it was hard to go home. People told me that it was hard to adjust. People told me that they would have gone back in a heart beat. It is just one of those things that if you haven't experienced it, you won't get it.

I think the same can be said about depression. I can try to explain it- the feelings and ups and downs but until you've been there, you won't get it.

It is different from having a bad day or feeling sad or not getting what you had really hoped for although those kinds of feelings apply.

And for that reason I am writing this. Far more people than we realize pass through times of their life when there really is no other way to describe it but depressing. For those people who are currently struggling...

I've been there.

I write in hope. I write in faith. I write believing with all of my heart that one day you will be okay. One day I will be okay. That is the promise of the atonement. Our Savior Jesus Christ is the only person who will truly get it because my depression is different from yours. Our life experiences are unique.

I went back to one of those soft chairs with another box of tissues on my lap at the beginning of the semester. I left that day without using a single tissue. And for the first time in probably over a year- I feel like Megan. I haven't yet felt the need to go back there.

I think that promised peace has come. I still like to take naps but they are now naps full of dreams not avoidance of real life. My heart still hurts when I think about my time as a missionary or my failed romance or my undetermined life plan. However, that hurt doesn't stay and engulf or paralyze me like it used to. It doesn't cause me to stop trying to feel. There are even times I am grateful for that hurt because it offers me a stark contrast to how I know I should feel when I think about my mission or dating or the future.

My Aunt gave me a bracelet at the end of last semester and written on it were the words "you are enough". I wore that bracelet every single day over the summer. Recently the bracelet began to crack and I have found it pretty poetic that it lasted me until now. I no longer wear it everyday because I am afraid of it breaking. There are plenty of moments as a 21 year old girl that I still need reminding that "you are enough". But today and yesterday and I have high hopes that tomorrow- I remember.

I am enough. My life is good. And I am happy.

Space Junk and Rain Storms

I seem to get the strongest blog cravings on nights I have so many things that I really need to get done. Who needs sleep anyway? Instead we blog journal :)

There was a short summer rain storm this afternoon. Summer rain is my very most favorite! It came down so hard and fast and I couldn't get enough. The sound of big rain drops and the smell they bring seem to always inspire my thoughts to go a little deeper. I watched my young friends run around the backyard and scream in glee while thoughts of 'oh what a wonderful world' and memories of past summers rains danced around my head.
Driving home from work I opened the sun roof and rolled down all the windows and soaked in as much hot St. George goodness as I could. The months have become weeks and the weeks soon will be days before I move back to school. I love my home town (even if I complain about the heat every day).
I was lucky to grow up here. Lucky to have ran around in many of my own magical summer rain storms.
I was swimming late last night with some of the friends I danced in childhood and high school summer rain storms with. We were having a good old time when what the internet has told us was "space junk" shot across the sky. It is hard to explain just how big and bright and long it all lasted. Long enough for multiple people to jump out of the pool to try and catch a video of it.
The video didn't even come close to just how super duper awesome it was. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It kinda reminded me just how small St. George city really is. It is one city, in one state, in one country.. so on and so forth in a big giant universe full of planets and space junk. What a blessing that of all the places I could have ended up Heavenly Father let me come to S.T.G.
Maybe I'm biased but I don't believe that there is anywhere better.
Only 2 weeks left of Summer 2k16 in St. George. Maybe I'll get lucky and have more St. George summers.. we will see where life takes me. Where ever I may go-

There is no place like HOME.

 Home now includes a puppy that the longer I live with the more I like. Cooper took the picture on the right. He does pretty good for 3 years old. If I don't watch him he knows how to facetime people and LOVES any chance he gets to chat with anyone who will listen to him. He calls Zack at least 2 times every day and many more if I let him.

Blog craving killed :) and 11:00pm is the prefect time to start on today's do to list items right?

Heartbreaks

(This is one of those might never be published posts but I will never sleep while the words float around my head)

It has been a terrible, no good, very bad 6 days. My coping has ranged from running way too far in the hot St. George heat that might have given me a little heat stroke 

to

eating cake and ice cream in my bed while watching Netflix until I exhaust myself to sleep. (and then having nightmares from the sugar I'm sure)

Those balance each other out right?

Dramatic? probably. but that's dating for ya.

I've learned a thing or two over the last period of my life about heartbreaks.

It is far easier to be mad than sad.

Angry, irritation, and bitterness have been my fallback. The immature and unhealthy way, maybe.
As painful as those feelings can be they are easier to acknowledge than disappointment, despair and dismay. Underneath the anger that is what is hiding anyway.
I've worried that those feelings of grief without anger meant I was making a mistake.
This time around in my dating endeavors he gave me nothing to be angry about or frustrated at. He was nothing but kind, mature and honest as I struggled to form complete sentences. In some ways that made it worse and harder to let go.

My summer romance was some what of a big time-out from life's worries. It was full of magical moments and meaningful memories. Full of laughs and new friendships. I loved it. I felt safe there in a new little bubble of happy. As the timeout clock began to run short on time I realized what going back into the game would mean. I began to panic when I realized I couldn't hide in my happy bubble for much longer. All of the things I came home for the summer to figure out were still there. I still had to go back to school. I had chosen to ignore most of it. In some ways it was needed but it was also time to put the cleats back on and step onto the field again.

Going through old boxes of crap I came across a poem I had written after my very first heartbreak. At 16 years old I remember feeling like I would never be okay again.

Everyone knows it isn't easy to have a broken heart
ripped out torn to pieces left with just a part.
Wishing I could move on, not live in the past.
But it's not that easy to move on quite so fast.
One day at a time I'll take it rather slow,
trying to forget that one last final blow.
Hold on to the good time, throw away the bad,
Maybe someday soon I wont be so sad.

I wish that we could go back to the way things were before.
Instead I have to sit here curled on the floor.
No way to start over
Just a bit too late
How much I wish and want just to wipe the slate.
Although this heart inside me aches and puts up a fight.
I hear this little voice of reason that reminds me it isn't right.

I think about that one night moon lit walks in the park
didn't want to go home though it was getting dark.
Or when we stayed up way too late talking on the phone
The butterflies, the tears we cried
The night it all went wrong.

I can read that poem now 6 years later and smile and laugh at my Taylor Swift like dramatic rhymes. However, I'll never forget that feeling nor any of the heartbreaks that followed it. Some small disappointments and others were near paralyzing. Great or small we all go through them.
It is the price we pay, the risk we take for the dream of happily ever after.

I am grateful to the boy who kindly looked after my broken heart and gave back gently when I asked for it. He taught me a lot this summer and showed me that your heart can be broken in the kindest of ways.

\\ I was sad so I worked a ton this week to keep busy. 9am to 9pm I learned is a little too much but I was so glad I had jobs I loved as an outlet.

Also grateful for the two goofs pictured below that showed up at my house with cookies one day and kicked my trash on a run and some basketball another day. Solid best friends right there.

 I made some good use of my hammock this week as well as I search the scriptures for some needed peace and guidance.

  

It hasn't been fun but I guess if it had to happen it was okay that it happened to be the weekend my whole family was in town. Nothing treats a case of broken heart like 7 different people taking turns hugging you. I was grateful for "team Megan" and the love they gave me that helped fill the cracks of a heartbreak.

(all said and done.. I think I will publish this one.)

muscle memory

I could make that drive with my eyes closed. (but I never would #safety)
My mind was going a million miles a minute as I once again made the turns that I know so well.
It was like greeting an old friend.
Usually the wheels of my car turn as quickly as 35/40 miles an hour required in order to make in home safely by curfew. This time I rode the brakes a little trying to soak in the warm summer air streaming through my window with the scent of cows that often accompanies the "the fields".
As I drove, windows down and radio up I reminisced on all the nights I drove the roughly 11 minutes between here and there.
I've made that drive laughing, crying and all emotions in-between. So many memories both good and bad are laced with that part of town.
That drive already feels different- I've out grown those nights. I miss it already.

A Skydiving Sensation

I've never jumped out of a plane nor do I ever really want to. I think I might have a little bit of an idea what it feels like to stand at the edge..

you've got butterflies, lots of them

and they are crashing around in your stomach because you are both excited and uncontrollably nervous!

you're wishing you had a little more time to compose yourself

but know that more time would only make it worse.

It's now or never!

I'm standing on the edge with less than two weeks left. I'm ready and not quite ready to J U M P.

What gives you the right?

In honor the girls going and the girls staying.

Boys have it easy. It is their Priesthood responsibility to serve a mission (now don't for one second think I am saying that missions themselves are easier just the decision). When you are a girl you prepare, prepare, prepare and then find out if a mission is right for you. That "finding out" is no simple magic 8 ball move. The dynamics of Mormon culture since the age change has put all sorts of pressure on female young adults of the church. It seems everyone has an opinion. I have a lot of bottled up frustration on the topic which has resulted in this post.

"You should stay home and get married" "Go on a mission, of course. Think how much it will benefit your future family." "Let me guess you are going on a mission just like every other LDS girl" "Every girl I talk to is leaving on a mission" "Why aren't you going" etc. etc.
Well here is something I have learned- it is not for anyone to have an opinion about.
You can say nothing until you have spent the time on your knees, sleepless nights, and frustrated cries that so often are required when making this decision. They call it personal revelation for a reason. And unless they are your family member or you are their Priesthood leader...

Who are you to have an opinion? Who are you to assume? Who are you to question?

I have just recently returned from my first year of college and while I was there I finalized my decision to serve a mission and for your information-
no I am not going because I have "a missionary"
no I am not going because everyone else is (which is an exaggeration)
no I am not going because I don't want to get married right now
no I did not jump on the bandwagon and make this decision lightly.
and yes I realize that missions are no vacation and that they are VERY hard.

Some stupid RM (turns out just because you went on a mission doesn't mean you are the RM they paint for you when you're in high school) chastised a friend of mine last week for deciding to serve a mission. He warned her that she'll have all sorts of competition when she gets home and it'll be so much harder to get married. haha really? When she told me about this conversation we decided it was a blessing for him that there will be plenty of girls to chase cuz she for sure wasn't interested.
He is just one of many conversations I have heard about and been apart of.
I remember one conversation I had with an adult right after the age change who voiced their opinion that girls were jumping into a mission without realizing the money they required. I was far above irritated at that one. Not your child, not your worry, not your business. Instead of rejoicing at the hastening of the work we are telling young women that money is more important than giving people who are in the dark the light they are been searching for?

I have good friends who have decided that a mission wasn't something they were going to do. Good girls who are doing wonderful things with their lives but when people ask (and they always do) the response they receive is never too warm. My heart has often hurt for these friends who have to deal with their choice, to continue to live righteously and be a missionary without a name tag, is looked down upon.

It isn't an easy time of life as is and then we throw in a decision that will influence the rest of your life in ways you can't even comprehend.

When the age change came it wasn't an awe-ha moment for me. For some people it was and for a while I envied them. The announcement came and went and I still wasn't on the send me on a mission list. As my guy friends in high school started to experience the excitement of receiving a mission call and my sister prepared to leave I began to wonder if that was the path I should be taking. It took some time but I came to realize that a mission may have not been in my plan but it was in my Father in Heaven's plan for me. So don't for one second think I made this decision on a whim. There may be some girls out there who have but the reality is that it is their decision to make and NOTHING gives anyone else the right to question them on it. I went away to college and started my papers the first week I was there. I worked on my papers from August until they were submitted January 1st. It took me that long to know for sure and there are still days I question, still days I feel myself completely panic and think 'what did I get myself into'. However, every time I return to my knees I get the same answer and so I move forward.
In less than a month now I will join the army of missionaries all over the world. What a wonderful time we live in. People are sharing the gospel both at home and as full-time missionaries.
So good for you to the girls who got an answer to share the gospel with those around them and God speed to the ones who bravely submitted mission papers.

It isn't easy to go on a mission. It isn't easy not to go on a mission. It for sure isn't easy to figure out either.

Just so you know- There are more supportive, uplifting people than otherwise. Thank you to those who have been excited for me and supported me either way, this post wasn't about you. To those people (groups of college boys for the most part) who too quickly say whatever comes to your head- this post WAS for you.

enough with the emotions already

It was an emotional weekend.

Whose idea was it to put the evacuation of the Donetsk Ukraine mission and a 6.8 Earthquake in Managua in the same day? The goodbyes started this weekend too and I wasn't prepared for that. I am no where near on track with my school work and I wonder if Heavenly Father is over estimating my capability to manage balance cope function ... who knows what I am doing at this point.
Today I sat in the last fast and testimony meeting of the year and thought life as an 18/19/20 year old is emotional. The last few month of my life have been some of the hardest few month of my life and I am not alone in saying that. Find yourself any 'not a kid but not quite and adult yet' and there is a good chance they'll say the same thing. Life is hard, love isn't as peachy as the movies show it to be, school is demanding, money can't buy happiness but is require to stay alive, people frustrate and disappoint you, sometimes you have to say goodbye but you hang on to those

Magical Moments and Meaningful Memories.

Life might be full of emotions but what would it be without them..probably pretty boring.

Happy.

I'm happy today because I woke up and decided I wanted to be.

 Sandwiched between their

"once upon a time"

and

"happily ever after"

they all had to experience great adversity.

-Dieter F. Uchtdorf

I loved you once...

I fell in love last year...

After years of not knowing what I was missing I quickly became addicted to your sweetness. I thought this love would last forever. I'm sad to say that I don't feel the same way about you as I did before. I once looked forward to our time together but now you cause my head to ache and throb and my insides feel a bit uneasy. I thought I meant more to you than that. We made such a good pair. You were always there for me when I had a bad day or needed a pick me up. I thought I could count on you but lately you haven't made me happy at all. Instead my head works a million miles a minute and I regret my decision. I don't rely on you like I used to and maybe it is time we took a break. I think it would be good for me. I need to experience a bit more of a variety. I hope I can still occasionally experience your goodness but if this is goodbye forever I just want you to know that I will always have special place in my heart for you.
It's not you, it's me. Dr. Pepper thank you for the magical moments we have spent together but it is time I kicked this caffeine habit for a while. 

waiting is wasting

I have lived 7,012 days

And today I have come to the realization that I have spent far too many of them waiting. I wait for the day when this is going to happen or the day when I finally reach that mile stone. Too much waiting is wasted time. There are only 6 weeks left in my first year of college and I don't want to waste them. Here is to not waiting for it to end but instead living every moment, minute and memory knowing that March 18th 2014 only ever happens once. I want to make these last 45ish days as a freshman in college mean something because life is fragile and nothing will ever be the same as it is today.

No more just waiting for my mission, preparing still but I don't want to wish time away. The time I have left with these people in this circumstance is precious and it is limited.

Uptight

What happened to finding joy in the little things?
What happened to ambition?
What happened to waking up in the morning with a desire to make the most of today?
What happened to laughing at every joke?
What happened to not caring what they thought and just loving me?
What happened to wanting adventure?
What happened to loving people?
What happened to spontaneity and YOLO?
What happened to loving dance parties?
What happened to just wanting to make it through class so I could come home?
What happened to confidence?
What happened to a positive attitude?

What happened to me? Where did I go and where can I find that girl I liked being?

A Bridge

-like a bridge-

A bridge is strong.
A bridge is steady.
A bridge is reliable, resilient, rigid.
Water races beneath the bridge but the bridge holds firm.
Cars press down and push across the bridge but the bridge doesn't move.

I want to be like a bridge.
I want to be strong.
I want to be steady.
I want to be reliable, resilient, rigid.
Emotion races within me but I strive to hold firm.
The weight of the world presses down on me but I will be

like a bridge.

 Spent several quality hours with myself at first dam today.

The rain always seems to come on really emotional days.

Beauty in a Bad Day

(thoughts from last week)

It had been a long day, a bad day.

The kind where it feels like everything that can go wrong does and you are counting the hours until it is over.

 I was running on about an hour of sleep and took the trash out (down 4 stories and across a field- stinking stairs) hoping to clear my head and pull myself back together.

The snow looked irresistibly fluffy and I had an urge to fall onto the fresh blanket.

I laid there in the snow staring at the sky intending to throw myself a pitty party.

However, as I watched the snowflakes float to the earth I felt as peaceful as they looked.

I stayed there for a few minutes until I was wet and cold enough to make it uncomfortable.

Even on my very worst days I am blessed beyond measure.

How grateful am I to know who I am, where I came from and where I am going.

#thechurchistrue

These photos were taken by my super talented roommate. As we walked to the game her artistic eye saw something most people miss. It is fun to see the way she looks at the world and always fun to conveniently be there to model for her. Check out her work here.

Missing Sunshine and You

*Warning* It's late and I'm emotional and this is corny.

It hasn't stopped snowing here in Logan since they asked everyone to pray and fast for moisture. Now I'm all for answering prayers but I miss being warm. I miss summer and summer reminds me of Adam. I miss Adam. I miss the lake. I miss feeling the heat of the sun threatening to give me skin cancer. I miss shorts and T-shirts. But most of all I miss Adam.

233 days in the mission field done for Elder Esplin. 

(Thank you siri for your math skills I know I ask about everyday.)

See you in 665 days Elder Esplin. It'll be December but I'll take winter all year round if I get you with it.

a different world

I got a glimpse of your world and that was all I needed.
I may not fit in there but I have never nor will I ever want to.
Don't act like I have judged you for I have been judged far more.

It's good to have some weird experiences. It wouldn't be college without them. It's weeks like these that I'm extremely grateful for the knowledge I have about who I am and where I want to end up. Life is beautiful, don't waste it.

(two vague posts in a row, sorry about that)

unblinking stare

I don't know what it is that is so intriguing about those bright eyes.
I had forgotten what it felt like to be looked at- to be studied.
I'm frustrated by how much time I have spent trying to analyze what might be going on inside the head of Mr. Cool and Collected.

I'll probably never know but I wont be quick to forget that unblinking stare.

A New Year

I can't even wrapped my mind around how much I have changed in one year. Looking back on the last year I am overwhelmed by the memories and the blessings that have come my way.

Shall we take a walk down memory lane?

Started the year off by turning 18 and getting my first real heart break all in the same weekend (Happy Birthday to me right?). As hard as it was I can't express how grateful I am that the girl I was and that relationship didn't follow me through the year. It was a good thing to leave in 2012.
Throughout the next few months it felt like a whole world of possibilities and people opened up and I was first in line. How I loved the last half of my Senior year. I didn't run track and for the first time since before 9th grade I didn't have practice after school. That time was filled with long talks with friends, stick shift lessons with the one and only Zack Paddock, applying for schools and scholarships and the beginning of a new job.
That job was incredible. Working with Hilary was hard a lot of days but rewarding every day. Hilary has special needs and is the closest person to an angel I have ever met. I worked for her family through the summer until I left for school.
Among struggling in the battle against Senioritis and making it to class I worked on my dream of doing a school wide Lib Dub. That will forever be one of my favorite things I was a part of in high school.
I said a hard goodbye to my favorite sister as she left to preach the gospel in Nicaragua in April.
Before I knew it Senior Sluff (the most amazing day in Zion), Graduation and Grad night and an amazing lake Powell senior trip past and high school was over. I loved Pine View High School. #pantherpride
2013 brought me Adam Esplin and those first weeks of summer were blissful with him playing a main role. I met Adam on a blind date in the spring and it's a little embarrassing how fast and hard I fell for his quick smile and genuine personality. He treated me the way every young women's lesson teaches you a boy is supposed to treat a girl. Before Adam I didn't know if I really believed such a boy existed. Not once did I open a door or feel less about myself in his presence. He is what every girl dreams of finding. My summer with Adam didn't last long. In June he left on an LDS mission and I found my self more sad than I could have prepared for. However, as we exchange letters and e-mails I'm reminded that he is where he is supposed to be.
The rest of the summer found me eager for a change as I said goodbye to so many friends going on missions and leaving for college. I watched my best friend get married in the temple and couldn't help but be a little sad that we weren't "kids" anymore.
That same weekend I started my journey as a college student. The last 5 months as an Aggie have been some of the most spiritual, trying, adventurous and memorable times of my life. I always thought I would go to BYU and maybe one day I will end up there but when it came down to picking between USU and the Y I knew where I wanted to be. It was in Logan. There have been some really hard days but when I look back on my first semester I am amazed at how much fun I was able to fit into a few months. The people I have met and the experiences I have had are shaping me into the person I want to be. Moving away from home was harder than I imagined it would be. I missed a lot of things from home. As time went on I began to fall in love with Logan, Utah.
Starting over in a new place I was ready to reinvent myself but what I learned was the person I had been was the person I wanted to be. I received a calling to teach relief society and have loved the study. Thanks to the example of a wonderful roommate my scripture study is consistent again. My testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ and the love of my Savior has never been stronger. Throughout all of the changes that have happened in the last year I find peace in the consistency and truthfulness of the gospel. It is that knowledge and love I feel that has made me eager to share what I know with others and...

My mission papers were submitted today and I can't think of any better way to start 2014.

I've heard it said that a picture says more than words. Here are a few from 2013

 

Christmas Lights on I-15

The ugliest part of I-15 is home to these lights.

When I was a kid and we learned about global warming this is what I would always picture. Even now that I know most of that smoke is actually steam it still gives me a funny feeling. Why did I then have an urge to snap a few pictures as we zoomed past not too long ago? I'm not really sure. I found the lights mesmerizing. Isn't that how the things of the world are sometimes though?..You know it isn't good or that really don't like it but you still find yourself engrossed in wonderment and awe.
did that make any sense? nope not really but hey I did just finish homework at 11:55pm on the Friday-eve before finals so my brain is a little on the mushy side.
plus I think it kinda looks like Christmas time.. Christmas lights on I-15?

a little sun

Some days you just need a little sunshine in your life.

,

my roommates artistic eye thought to snap this picture

It's one of my all time favorite sensations- to feel the heat of the sun warming my skin. It had been "one of those days" and I stood at the window feeling sorry for myself as the sun streamed in. As the rays of the sun filled me up there wasn't any room left to feel tense. It left me feeling simply good.

Today I'm grateful for the sun 92,960,000 miles away.

faces

i have spent a lot of time in the library lately
attempting to do homework but mostly watching people come and go
i have found a new favorite spot-a cozy quit corner with a perstine view of a high traffic area
it's addicting and has been rather thought provoking
there are so many faces i don't know
so many people I will never meet and that is just on one college campus alone
there is a whole world full of people
every person has a story
everyone has their own worries,
their own hopes and dreams
God knows every name, every face, every story.