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Today I was the last one out of the apartment. I got to wear real clothes because I had a modern meeting with my teacher instead of actual class. I locked the door and thought about my upcoming trip to California where I'd meet my family. The sun was shining and the autumn air was as golden and promising as ever. I felt so independent! I just love those moments when life catches up to you in a good way. One of the things I've learned living on my own is that I'll never lose with the gospel. And that is a pretty big deal. Because I am a worrier. But I never need to worry much about the big stuff. As long as I take one day at a time, and read my scriptures, keep the commandments, pray and have faith, I am going to make it! Those primary answers...there's a reason they are drilled into our heads! They are the most important and most easily forgotten things you can do. It's easy to run out of time for those things. When life gets crazy busy, those things can fly out the window. But when we prioritize and do these things consistently, we will be happy, guided and content and progressing.
I am excited about the future. I can picture myself writing for a magazine in Boston, dancing in New York for a Study Away, teaching ballet at Clytie Adams', writing and illustrating children's books, teaching AP English in a high school, serving a mission, being a princess at Disney Land, learning another language. I just have to pick and choose, work hard, decide what I reallt want and GO FOR IT.
I listened to the song Santa Fe with my roommate last night.  I think we should all have a "Santa Fe." Our one dream, that we want so badly and that keeps us going when things get tough. I want to have a dream like that, like Jack Kelly. One I can sing so passionately about and hold onto when everything else seems wrong. It's so raw and exciting and hopeful and beautiful. My Santa Fe changes daily. I guess I have a few though. I'm not going to post them on here, but I promise that someday you'll see me there....And Jack, it will be more than a painting in my head.

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