don't you worry your pretty little mind.

mid mini (kinda not mini) freakout sesh about school,
a little reminder pops up on my phone.
'10 minutes a day'
it says.
i stop,
take a breath.
i set the reminder a week and a half ago and have not once done my ten minutes a day because i'm terrible at following through.
it's never too late,
i decide.
take a deep breath,
and pray.
i regain a little bit of sanity,
and a whole lot of calm.

matthew kelly,
smart guy.
very smart guy.

ALSO.

I had a really good little eye-opening during mass today.
so there's that.

If there is one, slightly cliche, thing that this lovely musical has taught me.

music makes people be happy,
and act silly,
and smile a lot,

together.

a step in the right direction.

i need to take a step back.
look at my life. look at the most important person in my life. the person who i love the most. and think about it for a second. if that person were being ridiculed, made fun of, laughed at. how would i feel? they might not care. but me. how would i feel? i would hurt for them, be in such great pain. i wouldn't want anyone to ever have to feel as though the person that they love most is being made fun of. and so i need to stop. take a step back. and think about the people that i treat badly, and think. if that was the person that i loved most, how would i feel to see them in pain? another step back. god loves them the most. another step back. how would i feel if i knew that as i treated that person badly, i am making them feel bad, but i'm making god sad?
one last step back.
if i really think about it.
really think about it.
there is no reason i should ever treat anyone any less than i would want them to treat the person that i love the most.

inothernews,
thank god for confession.

thoughts

i want to be a saint,
but i'm not very good at it.
i suppose sainthood is something that is worked at throughout your life.
it's something that you become our whole life.
it's an ever growing process.
that i'm working on.
i'm getting there.

i'm going driving for the first time tomorrow.
right.

when you get a job,
i think that's when you start to realize that the amount of sleep you get
is directly related to how much you get done.
not in a good way.
like in a less sleep=more done way.

i'm a big fan of dance music.

noah's here.