Anything Good

During a class yesterday we had a woman come speak about journalism. She mentioned how hard it is to live on starting journalism wages -- roughly $20,000 - $25,000. Which had me thinking...why is it so difficult to go from being a broke student to a broke employed college graduate?

Salt

My conclusions as of late...

1. I'm totally not an overachiever.
I've been reading and editing all these thank-you letters from students at the college to organizations or individuals who have given them scholarships. Most of them are littered with at least a small sob story or two (ya know...like college is expensive), and of course, all there many extensive accomplishments. Honors college, this club, this organization, volunteer here, church something there, this and that internship. If it sounds impressive and complicated and/or time consuming -- it's on there. Which draws me to only one conclusion...I do not overachieve. And I'm totally fine with that. Mediocracy rules.

Optimistic Pessimist

Another old favorite. Enjoy!:

There have been times in my life where I thought I had life figured out. Foolish, I know. I suppose that is the folly of youth, an overzealous thinking that life is black and white. As I’ve grown up I’ve come to appreciate that little is as it seems, and that people will continuously surprise you, especially when you think you’ve got them labeled and neatly stored in a box.

Green Gummies

Nathaniel sent me a text today. This is what it said:

N: I just bought gummie bears and ate all the green ones for u

H: I love you :)

I hate the green gummy bears. I think they taste like cleaner. Nathaniel gets annoyed at me when I pick around the bears for the ones I like best...but he loves me so he did it for me! You have no idea how happy this made me.

Take Note

I wrote this awhile ago, but it still applies:

A note to myself,
Don't take yourself so seriously. Enjoy the ride. Laugh. And when it gets hard—laugh harder. Remember what it's like to be young, to be a child. Be grateful, and count your blessings. Remember what's important, but never forget to be silly. Never be too good or self-important for someone or something. Be spontaneous.

Blame the Ice Cream

My phone rang Thursday night, blaring "Uptown Girl." It was late. Mom was calling. I was laying in bed talking to Nathaniel, but I ran to answer the phone. It was the typical conversation, and I could hear Grandma in the background. Mom said she was in Paradise (where my grandparents live). I asked why.

"Grandad's in the hospital."

"Oh. Is he okay?"

For the Love of Penguins and Cookies

For the sake of a month of marriage...and I warn you, it might get a lil bit cheesy...

Everybody always tried to tell me marriage changes things, as if you're handed a piece of paper and after a few hours of sleep (or, er, lack of sleep), you awake in the morning a different person attached to, of course, a different person than whom you married just a few hours before.

Regrets to My Younger Self

I've stared at a computer screen far too long today. Unfortunately, most of the time I spent staring I spent screaming at myself in my head, "What are you doing with your life?!" Spending half of my life behind a desk, in one form another, be it work or school, has left me feeling how shall I say it?...Paralyzed?

When I was a kid I drew ballerinas with crayons that I plastered all over my grandma's fridge. I watched The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and Peter Pan about a million times a year. I played pretend. Then I when I turned eight, Kelly Zufelt, my Sunday school teacher, gave me my first journal. I wrote. And since then I've been writing. What it was about I suppose it mostly doesn't matter, fact or fiction, it's really all the same.

Hello World!

Hello blogging world! So here I am...blogging. Never really considered doing this, but I am excited to be here and to figure it out.

For starters, my name is Hannah (If you hadn't figured that out already). I'm a total kid at heart. Disneyland and the beach rank at the top of my favorite list. I've been known to be bribed with children and ice cream. I've enjoyed anything creative since I was a kid...writing, drawing, photography, crafts, and recently have found a slightly better interest in cooking (I used to hate it!). I grew up in Rocklin, California and will always consider myself a Californian.