Don't worry. I plan on posting about the Brimhall Essay Contest soon. I just haven't had time. But I want to just write how I'm feeling right now. I have an urge to write, and so, I write.
It's one of those days when I'm just content.
Why? Well, I'll tell you:
I love beautiful, crisp, bright, October afternoons.
I love actually catching up on homework for the first time in three weeks. And I'm actually a bit ahead. Lovely. Oh, so lovely. I might actually have time to work on my Honors Thesis.
I love watching great movies with friends. (Saratov Approach. A.ma.zing. Just amazing.)
I love listening to Jamie Cullum while I write this blog post. (New favorite singer. Like, he's so good. Look him up and listen if you haven't already. Everything You Didn't Do and You're Not the Only One are probably my favorites right now.)
And I love just wearing sweatpants and that "Beautiful" shirt Women's Services gave out a few years ago, with my hair in a ponytail, not even caring how I look, so long as it's comfortable. Best PJs ever. So nice.
I love pumpkin. I've been craving it all week. And I'm probably going to make pumpkin cookies in just a few minutes. I promise you I will.
I love writing "in case of homesickness" letters to my sister before she goes into the MTC on Wednesday. Is it really coming up that fast? Crazy, crazy.
And perhaps, best of all, just a feeling of happy anticipation, which I haven't felt for awhile--at least, not this deep-rooted. Just--expectation, you know? An expectation and anticipation of good things to come.
It's kind of like this:
“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.” --A.A. Milne
Yep. Just like that. Only different.
The simple things in life.