Practically Perfect

I have managed to escape my blog for the past few weeks, knowing all along that I had much more to say than I would ever post publicly for the world to see. While I'm sure that all of my readers would love to catch a glimpse of my many journals, know that they're much more clichéd and boring than you'd probably enjoy. For all my cyber-stalkers, though, my life is one-of-a-kind, and I'll live each day striving to fulfill that supposed title.

Wait a minute. My life is one-of-a-kind. I'm Emily, and I'm so excited to be the best version of me that I can possibly be. Even with all of my many quirks, I've discovered that people like me best when I'm that real Emily, the one who spills and blunders and cries in sappy films. I'm (slowly) learning how impossible it is for me to please everyone, though. I can't be the everyone in the world's best friend, and as much as I'd like to have everyone like me, it's not a realistic goal. Knowing this makes me discouraged at times, and at other times, I feel empowered by my many imperfections and the ways that they allow me to connect to others. Nah, I'm not perfect, but I'm pretty darn good at being that way.

Desperation

My life has reached a new low. Judge if you must, but I'm fully willing to admit when I do something that might be considered "low-class" or "despicable." In this case, I'm sitting in the stairwell of a neighboring apartment complex, leaching off of their wireless internet connection. It has been over 24 hours since I last connected to the world outside my little circle of friends. I thought that I would have missed a lot - budding facebook romances, new pictures, an infinite array of status updates - and when I saw the "300+ New Updates" link on my facebook wall, I knew that I would finally feel that hole close as I stalked my way into various lives. What I didn't realize, however, is how inconsequential those mundane updates would be in the place of my own adventures.

No, I'm not gallivanting through Europe. I'm not even psyched about some upcoming concert or an unknown wedding. I'm just living a normal life, in a little town that can't decide which season to endorse. I walk through various puddles, escaping the arid climate of Utah for just a moment as I pretend that this green valley has a direct link to the Swiss Alps. I have incredible friends (have I ever mentioned them before?) and a life that I wouldn't trade for all the high-speed internet connections in the lower 48. I don't even need facebook to tell me that.

A Little Catch-Up

Barring any tomato-based reference in my post title, I'm going to try to pedal through a month of adventures and back to my presently wonderful life.

With the end of school came a lot of added free time for my friends. While I still work an exhausting 19.5 hours per week, I found time in my hectic schedule for bike rides, late-night outings, and a few trips out of state. I had a wonderful weekend in Driggs, Idaho with a bunch of my very close friends. The following week I sardined myself into my friend's Mazda in order to drive with four other girlfriends to California. We hit up all the sights, and my favorite souvenir is definitely the great tan I brought back to overcast Logan.

I think that covers most of my life over the past 25 days. There are other things - great things, to be specific - that I'm still waiting to write about. I have got my future vaguely figured out, and I know that even if things don't go exactly according to my plans, I'll be able to wring every ounce of goodness out of the trials and blessings I have been given.

{Just a glimpse of the smothering happiness that occurs when I'm surrounded by children.}