"Things work out, it isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out, don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It will all work out. If you do your best, it will all work out. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. If we will put our trust in him, if we will pray to him, if we will live worthy of his blessings, he will hear our prayers."
I may have to step back, take a breather, and tell myself it will all work out sometimes. But through everything and in the end I realize I am so blessed. Life has a way of always working out so that we are becoming better people and grow, more than we ever thought possible.
If you haven't heard yet, my roommate and best friend who started this adventure out here with me will be leaving me in one week from today. She found out a few nights ago that she got a shnazzy job at a news station in colorado and will be starting a new chapter in her life there.
My feelings on the whole thing? I feel like my comfort blanket (aka shanny) is being pulled out from under me. Sad in the aspect that I don't get to be with my best friend everyday anymore. Scary thinking about being out here without any piece of home surrounding me. But wonderful that I am being given another chance to force myself into new surroundings where i can grow even more.
In the next month or two I will hopefully moving out of brooklyn and into the city. I have loved living in Brooklyn and would gladly stay if it weren't for the fact that every single soul I know out here lives in the city and it takes me at least an hour to get to any of them. Isolated and Shannon-less is not what i want to be.
It's amazing how fast life changes eh?
Any-who on to the pictures.
Can you say Yankees game anyone?
Ward activity=Free tickets and loving life.
This was my first major league baseball game and I can now say baseball is my favorite sport to watch. I like basketball games but start to get bored after so many times back and forth across the court. And BYU football games with my dad are pretty high up there in my "Loving sports" category. But this baseball game brought out of me a whole new love that I didn't know was even there.
And one of the best parts is at the end of the game they play Frank Sinatra New York, New York and everyone dances around (okay maybe just me) and you have one of those surreal moments of saying to yourself "Do I really live in NY? Is this real life??"
and now I will leave you with the oh so wonderful Frank Sinatra so you can love your life for a bit.
Okay I have been a horrible blogger lately.
And just posting music doesn't cut it. don't hate.
I will pick up the pace soon enough but until then put this song on repeat and just picture me walking past Tiffanys here on 5th Ave trying to achieve audrey hepburn status.
Can I have her hair?
Specifically her bangs please.
I can honestly say this was one of the best experiences i've had since living out here. I had chills the whole time and cried while listening to the stories of the lost loved ones. It was a very humbling experience learning of osama's death being at ground zero where it all took place and fully taking in what happened that day.
I understand that this man was responsible for killing thousands of innocent people and it was necessary for this to happen. But tell me, did anyone else feel weird about celebrating a death?
*update*
I just read found this article on CNN this morning. I knew I wasn't crazy.
