hey LADY

Lady

{ley-dee}

Noun:
{a woman who is refined, polite, and well-spoken}

I want to be a lady. The poorest woman ever could be a lady. A girl with class. Who loves herself and others. Doesn't let boy's have their ways with her. Beautiful. Wanting to learn. I want to be a lady.

A post about a word. Which makes me think of my possibly  favorite song ever. A boy showed it to me, and maybe I miss him. Its the song I listen to when I'm happy. Its the song I listen to when I'm sad. Its the song I listen to when I accompolish. Its the song I listen to when I miss.  Its the song that makes me believe in love.

Hey Lady-Thriving Ivory

                                                                     

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

If you're a bird than I'm a bird

Right birds can fly so high

and they can shit on your head

and almost fly into your eye

and make you feel so scared

but when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful

thats how I feel about you

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Keep the blonde jokes coming!

Blonde.

What comes to mind?

Ditzy, stupid, idiotic, ditzy, blonde jokes, fake

I'm none of those. I'm actually pretty smart. In fact I'm smarter than most brunettes and red heads I know. And obviously more humble. I am a natural blonde and while I have thought of going dark or red head I alway's stick with blonde. Because it makes me comfortable, and I feel like it reflects my personality. Easy going and fun. And more to me than meets the eye. My favorite hair is platinum blonde. I've had platinum since april of last year. This weekend I decided it was time for a change. So I drove my little butt to the hidden willow salon in lehi and sat in a chair talking to the girl who is like my sister for five hours. And wallah. My natural hair color. Honey. Darker. But still blonde. I love it. I miss the platinum. I'll probably go back for summer. But sometimes a change is nessecary. Have a good week ya'll!!!!!! Oh and yeah I know I sound drab right now...I'm half asleep. At 11 am. I've been awake for four hours. I can curl my hair, get dressed, put on makeup and eat breakfast in forty minutes. They should make a super hero after me. Speedy girl. I would of said quicky girl. But that just doesn't sound appropriate. Or blonde girl. Thats me. The blonde. Always and forever.

This week I am grateful for:

1. My Mom and that I am able to live with her after five and a half years

2. The chance to see my childhood bestfriend Kylie who is GORGEOUS.

3. My budding friendship with mr. Carson Redford

4. Veronica telling me to hijack a plane to see her

5. Thermal long underwear under all my clothes

6. Sperry's

7. Readers Digest on the Ipad {who cares if its for old people}

8. My new iphone

9. Cailie and her advice

10. Hookups apologizing

 11. Grocery shopping

12. My new Fossil Vintage collection purse

13. God

 I'm a sixteen year old Grandma--->

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Drive

Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. I  am a  girl who wants to get in her red car alone and drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Far away. Don't look back. Singing at the top of my lungs. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Stop at lots of  hole in the wall restaraunts. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Listen to songs that make me cry. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Find a antique store run by an old man who can tell me what I need to hear. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Learn life lessons from strangers along the way. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. See burnt down houses. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. For hours without seeing another soul. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. To a place where no one knows my name. Drive. Drive. Drive. Until I see the ocean. Drive. Drive. Drive. Drive. And never look back.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

I couldn't get the words out.

Sometimes I want to write. And I sit down at the computer fourteen times in one day. And nothing comes out. I can't be too open. Or too secretive.  Everything sounds depressing. Or stalkerish. Or creepy. Or lovey dovey. Or selfworshipping. I hope the person I want the message to get too feels it in the air. And his heart.  So what do I do? Write annonymous letters here. I put my secrets there. And so do alot of other people. So many people are in love. Or heartbroken. Or confused. Or wishing. Or hoping. Too look through one day you have to look at 19 pages of letters. And thats just on a regular sunday. Little old sunday night. Maybe my favorite part of the week. Not sure why. Maybe a night owl and a early bird could co-exsist. Maybe. Maybe I love to talk in the morning, to anyone. Maybe I tell all my worries for the day and get them out of my head. Sometimes I have pretend coversations outloud in my car. I drove on the freeway. Alone. To North Salt Lake and back. I almost got hit by a mail truck. I didn't. 

I like driving. Its relaxing and I listen to Rosi Golan and Kate Nash pandora stations. I think. I worry. I day dream. I like it. I love music. It has ability. Ability to move me. It is why I believe in love. Or at least hope for love. Some songs make your heart all floaty and a beautiful aching develops in your chest. This is one of those songs. And just this one part. I like feeling floaty. Like I can shine. Did you know I write that on my wrist everyday. Underneath my big watch. Shine. So I look at my watch and try to be the best that I can.

Hey boy wont you take me out tonight

I’m not afraid of all the reasons why we shouldn’t try

Hey boy wont you make me out tonight

I get excited when I think of crawling into your arms

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Euphoria

Euphoric.

Noun: a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being sometimes exaggerated in pathological states as mania.

Almost unachievable.

But achievable.

A flutter in your chest.

"Euphoria is generally considered to be an exaggerated physical and psychological state,and not typically achieved during the normal course of human experience. However, some natural behaviors, such as activities resulting in , love can induce brief states of euphoria"

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Tea Drinking

More than tea

Thats how much I like you

And if you know me, thats quite a bit

Pssst. One year. Still like you.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

I like

I like diet mountain dew.
 I like sappy love songs and romantic movies.
I like having controversial opinions and voicing them.
I like to sit in my toasty car alone.
 I like Jillian Edwards voice.
I like crying when im inspired.
 I like fireworks anytime of the year.
I like telling strangers hello.
 I like giving compliments.
 I like laughing until no sound comes out.
I like onion rings and cookie dough milkshakes.
 I like babies.
I like bubbles,balloons,and walkie talkies.
 I like day dreaming.
I like thinking of possibilities.
I like instagram.
 I like boys looking at me.
I like curly hair.
I like staying up alone and reading.
I like talking to old people.
 I like fireplaces and blankets.
 I like people who care.

Damn third wheel

Sometimes I hate being the third wheel and I want someone to call my own. Call me crazy weird and completely stereotypical girly. The end.

He's out there...pinky promise

Yes I'll admit for those of you who don't know me I am single. Although I think I like this one boy. I'm pretty secretive about it.  I definately had the opportunity this past tuesday to call it S.A.D {singles awareness day}. I could of had a horrendous day and focused on my loneliness. But guess what? I woke up this beautiful tuesday and decided that I was going to have a good day. Because guess what? We really do choose if a day is gonna be a good day. I wake up every morning and tell myself that today will be awesome! Because I get the choice. Isn't that amazing?! You do too! I don't like calling v-day valentines day because its about LOVE. There are so many types of love. Friends, family, lovie dovie, stranger, pets, and most importantly SELF love. Self love is what I want to talk about. You need to realize the things that you do that make you unique and love them. What is commonly reffered to is as weird is what makes us us. Every single person is weird. I'll admit there are alot of things that I don't like about myself. But there are also a lot of things that  I DO like about myself. I like how I get excited over the little things, how I skip when I'm happy, how I sing along to Etta James, how I get lost in a book and forget the rest of the world,  how I spend unhealthy amounts listening to Rosi Golan pandora , how I talk to strangers. I like these things about me. And they're probably what people view as weird. But I don't care. I love myself. And you  should love yourself too. Because we're all awesome. You can't truly love another person or accept another persons love untill you love yourself.

 Don't worry the right boy will come along. I promise. I can't give up hope. Don't settle for less. We will love the wrong boy's in life. But they are what is right at the  time for us. Everything happens for a reason. He will come along and maybe he won't be everything you've ever wanted but he'll be everything you need. He will make you smile. He will hold you close. He will love you with everything he has. He's coming. Maybe he's just like you. Trying to find the right girl for him. But going for the wrong girls. Delaying him. He's looking for you too. Don't give up.

He's out there.
Pinky Promise. 

hey little girl in the steve madden boots

don't count yourself out yet. 

you have no idea what's ahead of you.

you just don't see it yet.

it'll be worth it. worth it all.

Someone wrote this for me.

Check out this magic  here. You'll like it.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Flawless from the outside, into the in between.

Hello cyber world. For all you lovelies reading this dear post here i'd like to inform you that this is not clara. Shocking? Possibly. But anyway, this is Nolle. Yes, Nolle as in the commonly referred to bestfriend, sister and "nib" by your one and only Clara Luna Dahl. Reason for hacking and posting on the extremely adored blog are many but mostly I'd just like to let you all in on a little secret here. This girl you read about everyday is different. She's special. Not you're typical and definitely one in a million. About eleven months ago i was stuck in the mid January blues. Or for lack of a better description (desperately lonely depressed deep winter months.) I cried. I prayed. And then I hoped for months and months for "someone" someone to come along and make me a little less lonely. Someone to make me feel like i belonged. Maybe not to someone, but to somewhere. In the midst of all this gray area of my so called sophomore year I met a girl named Clara. With blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was different. Intemidating. And definitely scary to little me. With zero friends and a confidence level to match. Our friendship was different from the start. both growing and changing drastically for the first handful of months of our friendship, we were scattered. Here and there we'd have moments. Moments that would feel like we were best friends which at the time we honestly weren't. They were infrequent, irregular and most surprising to me. But there was something about Clara from the very first day that I met her that left a little taste on my tongue. And reoccurred every time I ran into her. A series of supposedly unfortunate events led to a turning point in both of lives and before I realized what was happening my life changed. I didn't know she'd go and be just what I needed. But fall came around and Clara was standing next to me holding me up when I was falling harder than ever. She listened. She laughed and she made life feel okay again. She's continued to do that since. She's been my rock bottom and my skyscraping all time high. She's my bad day's as well as my good ones too. She's the one I prayed to God for. The one I cried for. The one I hoped for. She's changed my life. And makes me a better person everyday. There's something about Clara that she doesn't even know. She is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met. Inside and out she radiates God and kindness and love. She is stronger than anybody I know. She's known fear, struggle, loneliness and heartbreak. Life's thrown her far more than her share of lemons. And she's come back and shown countless people that the world is still beautiful. There are good people around us and living with hope changes lives. It changed mine. She changed me. Changed my life. This girl, Clara luna Dahl is special. She is unique and she is going big places. She is going to change the world. Just you Wait and see. You won't be disappointed. -Nolle

Little things and the weekend

CONGRATS. We did it. Got through the whole week! It was really long and pretty stressful! But I got to spend lots of time with my mom and that made up for it.  She's awesome. I love the fact that me and my best friend go to her house every day after school and I'm just supposed to be dropping her off but I stay and we talk about our day and problems over chocolate milk with straws and chips. Its perfect.

Then we go and watch Lost. Which is so amazing and addicting. I love it! We're like little girls(: I like it(: This week I dealt with worries that my friend wouldn't be okay, I missed Veronica in California, I tested at eastshore and wore my hair naturally wavy. I am craving pepsi max. Of course, its my favorite drink. Well thats diet. Its like any meal is a celebration and that much more important when I drink pepsi max. I'm thinking that a Jamba Juice is in need to reward myself for the week. You should reward yourself too(: You did good! I decided that when Nolle doesn't have Pride{a half hour longer lunch for good grades and attendance} and I do that I like sitting in Jamahl{my car} with the heat cranked to 90 degrees, curled up in a ball in the drivers seat, listening to my favorite music. Its strangely theraputic. I'm realizing how simple things like that make me so happy. Like a Rosi Golan pandora station makes life better. I like drinking hot tea in the morning. I love seeing people jogging all            bundled up on my way to school. Its crazy how the little,small, seemingly insignifacant things make the                     biggest difference. I'm going to start looking and realizing what things I've over looked make me happy. Friday night I saw the vow with my second mom and sisters cailie and aubree amazing cousin Emma and Aunt Shara  and of course Nolle. We're making valentines tomorrow.  And i'm making a valentines box...who says I need to grow up?The vow was soooo cute! Go and see it..for those of you have seen it, the first date was my favorite(: My favorite part of any movie is always the first kiss. The one they make you spend half the movie waiting for. The first kiss with innocent love. They're my favorite. I know I'm a hopeless romantic. Its not that I don't have a sense of romance, its that romance doesn't have a sense of me.  You know they say the right guy will come along...well if he would hurry his bum up I wouldn't be opposed.  I  watched big fish saturday night  with Nib and Carson...although I did more laughing than watching.  Oh and more government this weeekend. I  DID a whole  'nother packet. A packet=200 pages of reading, 10 quizes, 3 big papers, An Essay, and 50 question test. Which me luck. Oh and the weekends over...but I SWEAR five minutes ago it was friday. I was sitting in study hall anticipating the weekend...now im dreading the week. With S.A.D. Singles Awareness Day or valentines as its commonly referred to.  

Me in seventh or eight grade...wasn't I awkward?
Tell yourself it will be a good week and it will
{Sweet dreams, day dreams and sleep dreams alike}

whiney whiney whine

I want to be asked to sweethearts. Gosh dangit.

and I'd be happy to adore him from a distance

but knowing he adores me from a distance

makes this hard

I just think that we get on
I wish I could tell you face to face
Instead of singing this stupid song
But yeah I just think that we might get on

{Peace. Love. And Granola Bars}

Red Jeans and Weekday Blues

Well hello lovely world!!! Yours truly is doing MUCH better. Emotionally and mentally. I went to school today and everything! I'm mighty proud of that accomplishment! I've almost finished a whole packet of government! Today I'm taking my cute butt{more like nonexsistant} to east shore to test.  I dropped out of english, so no more Shakespeare for this girl!!! HOLLA! Right now I am craving J-dawgs{also known as heaven on a bun} and to be anywhere but utah. I just read a thought provoking short story called Welcome to the monkey house by Kurt Vonnegut my current favorite author. Read it. Its worth it. Although its a little bit sketchy.....I just wanted to let the world know that I LOVE Veronica Rosemary Isis Mcgary and Nolle Belle Ercanbrack. God gave me these two girls to help me. And boy have they ever. I laugh till I cry when I'm with them. And V lives in california and it is soooooooooo hard to be away from the person who you want to tell everything too. Me and Nolle's relationship is perfect and weird and works for us. Better than I could of ever thought. I tend to burn myself every single time I curl my hair.

You would think I'd learn but noooooo. Pinky promise its not intentional. Although now I can tell people I got burned saving a baby from a burning building. Nobody seems to believe me. Whatever. The key to happiness? Nutella smeared on potato chips. Don't even say its gross, it is delish. Salty and sweet. Yummy. Although now I'm on a diet so no more for this girl. Other thing I love right now? Wearing red jeans rolled up and grandma shoes from D.I. I like the look. Not so much the blisters that shoes give me. Monday I went and got Jdawgs with Jentry who was a J-dawg virgin. It is so yummy. It is heaven in a bun, divine, food of the gods. Everything a girl {or guy} could want. We also went and dropped off my glasses...I sat on them and broke off one of the arms. A weeek ago. Just now getting around to this. Of course. I seriously think my glasses need to learn how to handle pressure better. I'm ashamed. Oh and guess what? This seems to be a recurring theme but I should be doing government right now instead of blogging. Of course blogging triumphs. So have a good week ya'll {my fams from texas I'm allowed to say ya'll!}. I'm off to write my state of the union speech. Because I'm president. duh. Must of not been any other opponents...

This week I am lovign

1. Diet mountain dew {the song and the drink}

2. Knowing I only have one packet left of highschool EVER

3. The pressure of english lifted off my shoulder---study hall=pinterest

4. I heart newyork teeshirts in all colors of the rainbow

5. New knockoff Princess Diana ring

6. The lying game {addictive tv show I only allow myself to watch in bed}

7. Grandma shoes and pictures I think look like a j crew ad------>

8. Going bowling in pe and sitting on my butt at the end of the lane and rolling the ball between my legs

9. The word bum. Just because.

10. That my middle name is in the proccess of legally being changed to Luna

11. The fact that people talk about me in spanish behind my back, and the shock when I start talking to them in spanish. Faces are PRICELESS. I actually learned

12. Ben Rector and Ed Sheerans beautiful voices

13. God...duh.

Have a good day(:

Jeans:Hudson Denim Shirt: Ruche Sweater: Ruche Shoes: D.I.

{Peace. Love. And Granola Bars}

Judgement

Sometimes things bother me. Like alot. My current problem right now is religion. I know that in our culture it is a bit of a tabboo subject. Unless it is the dominant religion. I have chosen to not practice the lds religion and I am not ashamed of my decision. I do not want your pity, I do not want people to talk about me and say "poor girl doesn't have the gospel in her life". Because I DO. I have God and I KNOW that Jesus Christ died for ME. Little unperfect sixteen year old me. I know that Jesus died for MY sins and everyone elses. He died for EVERYONE. He didn't die for just those of a certain religion, or people with straight a's, or only white people. He died for each and every one of us. Even people who do horrible things. He knows what I feel like when I feel like I don't fit in. He knows what it feels like when a boy breaks my hearts. He knows my worries about friendships and finding the right college. When I feel alone, I remind myself that  I am NOT. I look back on my life, and you know what its been HARD. Like really. My parents got divorced, I was sexually molested every day for four months, I've been to rehab, I couldn't see my mom for three years, I've been told I'm worthless, I've lost friendships, I've failed school, I've been told I can't, I've had sixteen nannies, I've been humliated in court, I've been in car wrecks, I've tried killing myself. My life has been hard. And Jesus knows what I'm going through. Even though it feels like nobody else could. JESUS KNOWS. He loves me and he didn't die just for me he died for everyone. I can feel his spirit with me all the time. I know I can get through anything because I AM NOT ALONE. I look back at my life and it makes me sad, but I am grateful for my trials. Because they have made me the person that I am today. When I'm having a hard day I know that I can get through it because I look back at how much I've survived and I didn't go through all that to give up. No mam. It upsets me that people don't want to be my friend simply because I don't go to a certain religious service on sunday. I'm working on it. I have been going to different churches, the lds church included, and this is crazy but where I felt the spirit most was at a national aids prayer service. We prayed for the gays, because god loves them. They are people. I want people to notice my actions. I try to be a nice girl. I try to help others, but I feel like all that is left in the dark simply because of where I choose to be on sunday. Like the song "Imagine" by John Lennon. Imagine no religion. There have been over so many fights in history simply because of peoples beliefs. The holocaust, Taliban, and SO many countless others. We are all people and children of god. There is good and bad in all of us and it is up to us to choose which we act upon. We all have feelings. We all need food and water. We all want to love and be loved. We need to quit judging people on their religion. I've often prayed to the lord and asked how he could let such terrible things happen  in the world. Such me being molested or John Powell blowing himself and his two children up. Why? God has ALL the power doesn't he? He could stop such pain. If you haven't read the shack please do. It really strengthened my relationship with god and it has helped me so much. In the Shack a mans five year old daughter  gets murdered while they are camping and the man, Mac, goes up to the shack one weekend to where she died. While there he meets God, the Spirit, and Jesus Christ. He asks God the same questions that I have. And I'm sure you have too. Why let bad things happen? God responds to Mac, that Yes he could stop bad things. But that is taking away free will. God loves us SO MUCH that he gives us free will and lets us make our own choices. The love he has for each and everyone of us, even people who have sinned astounds me. The war in heaven was fought over free will. Another very powerful point in that book is Mac is asked to judge his four kids and pick one to go to hell. He can't. What about when his son hits his sister? Or they don't clean their room, or they don't pass a test. Does a father still love his children? Yes he does. And nothing a child can do can make their father not love them. God is like that. He still loves each and everyone of his children. He knows the intentions of our hearts, and he knows what we are feeling when we make rash decisions. He knows that we are only human. It is not our place to judge other people. So please look at someones actions, and realize there is more to them than meets the eye. Look at them as children of God because we all are.

{Peace. Love. And Granola Bars}

bleh

Ladeeda.

WHoppty doo.

Have a good day

{peace. love. and granola bars}

poor little sick girl

Unfortunate turn of events...im S-I-C-K. 

Pinkeye and bronchitis and all around achiness.

 I've spent the last two days in bed

Taken four bubble baths

Slept.

Had three bowls of soup

Gone through one jar of Nutella and one carton of Rainbow sherbet

Slept.

Did a really nice pumpkin/honey/vanilla/sugar body scrub. {home made}

Watched the french movie Amelie and LOVED it. Watch it

Slept.

Watched re runs of newgirl on my ipad

Did government

Slept.

Spent embarrassingly large ammounts of time on instagram

Slept.

Coughed.

And convinced myself to get dressed both days 

{plaid shirt and leggings=dressed...right?}

Put a ribbon in my hair to feel pretty

oh and did I mention that i SLEPT?

because I did

{Peace. Love. And Granola Bars}

Government...or something like that

Right now I'm sitting in the library working on "government". 

I've been sitting here for 7 minutes. Looking at this blank white page. Thinking that blogging is more important than the electoral college. Which in my opinion it is. I would like to take my time to thank Mr. William Shakespeare for writing Romeo and Juliet. I am sorry for saying that you should of died in infancy. That wasn't a very nice thing and I take it back. How did you manage to survive this long? I want to leave foot prints on the world. Bill, jolly chap, would it of killed you to write in HUMAN language? Because I'm slightly{utterly}confused by merchant of venice. Mr. Kurt Vonnegut. You make my life so much better. Thanks for slaughter house five. You are the cause of my obsession with dystopian literature.  1984. Brave New world. Farenheit 451. Thank you to Miss Lana Del Roy for your fabulous new album that seems to fit my dystopian state of mind. Thanks for national anthem. The song. Your voice fits how I feel. My all time favorite book? Walk two moons. Read it. Its been my favorite since third grade. There is more to people than meets the eye. Even though it is SO easy to judge. Read it. Read it. Read it. No matter how we want change some things happen for a reason. Also the name Phoebe is pretty bomb. So B. It. Sarah Weekes. One of those books I read at least once a season. Something about figuring out the unknown. My sisters keeper. My cry book. Maybe government would be good for me. Now its been eighteen minutes. Although the last eleven have been somewhat productive. Oh and snow? You don't need to come. Thanks. I think we're doing just fine. Drought...Shmought. Who needs to shower?

Some of us have naturally perfect body odor.

And perspiration.

Today after school me, Jentry, Nolle, and Abbie went to the roll up(: Its a cute little crepe shop that is SO yummy. Because we all know what my body needs is more food. Right. Oh well. Me and Nib got a savory one with ham and bacon and chicken. And a peach cobbler named Dear John. We have a thing with peaches. They might be my favorite food.

{Peace. Love. And Granola Bars}

Heartbreak warfare

Im a young girl. Only sixteen years old and I realize I am constantly learning. My latest lesson is on the joys and pains of heartbreak. No I haven't fallen in love, or ever been close. I've hoped as I still continue to do so, but I've realized something. Something I've been told a thousand times.{WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT THINGS WILL FALL INTO PLACE}. No matter how hard I want a boyfriend it won't be what I need if I push it. Yes I will get hurt and do the hurting in the process of figuring out life. You never get told this but doing the heartbreaking hurts. Even though I'd rather be the person doing the heartbreaking, instead of the person with the breaking heart a thousand times over. But you never get told when you're breaking hearts that you worry about your morality and if you're still a good person. Yes you are. Sometimes life is about looking out for yourself. Even if you can't fathom hurting people.  You shouldn't have to worry. God has some crazy way of working things out. I stayed up on a weekend night until the wee hours of the morning watching the notebook. That movie gets me every time. If you're a bird I'm a bird. 

I don't know why but I feel like the smallest thing on earth is going to make me blowup. If you say the wrong thing I will cry. Don't judge me. Let me be myself. Let me realize that I can believe in what I want to for spirituality. I can say whatever words I want. I can choose who I hang out with. I am more than money. I am more than a car. I have feelings. Im sick of being used. I can pick who I want to go out on a date with. I have the right to say NO.  I have the right to wear a dress and drink tea. Every day. I have the right to read what I feel like. I have the right to choose who I like in politics. I have the right to tell someone I don't like the music. I have the right to be ME. Why can't people realize this? I'm just going to cry. Life can you get better and less stressful? This little girl is wondering what to do with her future.

.Life is like juggling--keeping multiple objects in the air simultaneously and periodically changing various of them for others while trying to keep them all airborne. Periodically some or all objects crash to the earth and that's a drag but not fatal. Life is about finding the combination that works for you---Wise words from my mom