faces.....

How many faces have I seen in my 21 years of life? I have seen more faces than I probably could put a number on. Over spring break I learned that a face holds a lot of information. I think about a person's heart when I see their face now. There was an instance over spring break that caused me to think about this. I'm very thankful that this instance happened. You really have no idea what someone's face should be conveying. There are people who can hide their feelings behind their face. I'm not one of those people, but that is beside the point. This world can be so cruel sometimes. I'm guilty of tapping into the cruelness myself. It seems, at times, that the whole world is selfish. That all the world is interested in is to have it's fun. Spring break was a wake up call to me. I want to make a conscious effort now to treat everyone I meet with the utmost respect and sensitivity, b/c I have no clue what is going on in their heart. I feel that this goes perfectly with trying to make everyone around me feel important. I don't do any of this to make myself better than the next person, nor do I do this for karma. I have been treated both ways. It feels terrible for someone to disrespect you during a hard time in your life. After being treated like that, I would never want to put someone through that.

Another reason I believe that life is so beautiful is that we all learn from our mistakes. We are able to grow everyday through experiences. Instead of always being bland, we are able to learn through experiences. No matter what I am going through in life, I try to grow every day.

8 grain cereal.....

my boy evan tanner had a picture of 8 grain cereal on his website this last week. i've been eating on that this week and that stuff is unbelievable. i'm enjoying the crap out of this stuff! you can pick it up at any organic grocery store. i've been enjoying the local organic grocery store here in Auburn. they have a good selection in there. everyone needs to get some 8 grain cereal.

spring.....

my mom told me a couple weeks ago, "this is your time of year." she told that to me as i was listening to the Auburn baseball team take bp for their opening game. i could hear the bat, smell the grass, and feel the emotion of playing the game of baseball. not one day has gone by since i played my last game that i have not missed baseball. i've never felt alive like i did when i was on the diamond. i was in my element. everything felt like second nature and natural. i was in the "zone". lately i've been down. the weather has been beautiful and i am blessed beyond belief. i still feel down. i think that the spring just takes me back to the days when i was playing ball. i think that i miss it so much that i'm a little down about it. i could definitely go without having to pass by the baseball field every day. sometimes you get in a funk. sometimes you are up and other days you are down. i am going to keep living and breathing. i hope to enjoy the weather as much as possible. i'm not sure if there will be a day that i will ever not miss baseball. sometimes i wish there would be a day where i would be able to not miss it anymore. then when i really think about it, i wouldn't want that. the pain takes me back to those glory days. it takes me back to the smell and feeling of playing ball. i hope to always be able to go back there. i still remember my first home run, i still remember those plays where it is all instincts and you don't really know how everything happen, i still remember the nerves before a playoff game, i still remember how good it felt to run the bases. oh how i wish i could triple and score on a passed ball just one more time. or see fat boy double off the wall in a playoff game and i could hear the ball going over my head and coach wilder is jumping waving his arm, "score, score, score!" thank god for the memories that are so vivid they can bring tears to your eyes. i guess what i've learned even writing this blog is to jk livin through all times. when times are tough think back on the memories that put a smile on your face. when it comes down to it, the good memories will be the ones to get you out of a funk.

p.s. last night was crunk