It's official!

Today was the 3rd snow since I've been home, but it was the first real storm day with cancellations, etc. Taylor and I couldn't hang out because of the roads. The bad news was that I slept in too late to really enjoy the gorgeous snow before the sky darkened and snow turned to rain, but I finally got some paperwork done... And... it's official! I'm visiting Hope from the 17th to the 21st! I'm so excited to see everyone, and it'll be great to be on campus without worrying about classes and homework. I booked the ticket today after chewing on the thought "I want to go back, I want to see everyone" for a long time. I'm just barely starting to get into this "so do it" mood, after being so used to just acclimating myself to whatever or lazing around until it's too late. There's definite merit in sitting with discomfort, which I learned throughout the semester. I realized that allowing the unhappy, appreciating the discomfort, and sitting in the silence is okay. It has its place. Understanding that leads to contentment, which is my underlying goal of everything. However, paying attention to what you want, even if it's as small as slipping in an extra visit to see friends before leaving the country, is important. Taking advantage of the freedom to change things is exciting. It's called being proactive. Yay for common sense! Pretty simple, but sometimes it takes a while to internalize. If something makes me unhappy and I find myself complaining about it, why continue to trap myself in a box with it?  On the flip side, if I really want to be around someone for good reasons, why not make an effort to do it? For example, over break I keep finding myself wandering over to the piano. I sit down, open my music (that I used to have memorized), and-- cannot play. At least not the way I should be able to. I can read the notes, I know what it should sound like, but there's a disconnect between my brain and my body. Aka lack of practice. I haven't really played since senior year of high school. So, since repeating the mantra "I wish I could play" over and over again unfortunately does not spark my fingers into action, I'm going to call my old piano teacher. TA-DA!
Anyways, I'm about to clean my room. Look at me go, right?