Day #4: Just a little awkward story for all involved...

I'm a good girl; I attend church meetings regularly, and over the summer I attended my family's  congregation.

This, however, is the story of how Stephanie's singles ward thinks I'm inactive.

One sunny, summer Sunday I decided to go visit two of my best girl-friends, Ashtyn and Stephanie, as well as attend their ward with them.  We sat through the relief society lesson and then, after class, it was announced that a special meeting was to be held for the new members of the ward.  Because Ashtyn was new in the ward and I was unsure if I would be transferring my records to this ward or not, I decided to go to this fun little meeting: Mistake #1.
As we walked into the designated room, they handed us a "get-to-know-you" sheet to fill out... which I did: Mistake #2.
After we had gone around the room and introduced ourselves, they asked us to step into the hall, write our name down and have our picture taken for the ward menu... uhhh I mean directory (;, which I did as well: Mistake #3.

I went home and thought little of the ward I had visited, that is until I began being spammed by their activity update e-mail once a week.
And they called to invite me to an activity....
That was the moment I decided they probably thought I was inactive.

Anywho, I proceeded on with my life in it's semi-normal fashion and came back down to school.

And then today, I got a phone call.

"Hello?" says I.
"Is this Kacy?" says he.
"Yes."
He then goes on to proceed to tell me that he is my home teacher and would like to get to know me and set up and appointment.  I assumed he was from my new ward until he said something weird in regards to time of the meetings.  I went ahead and made the appointment, and then he says, "So are you going to school at the U?"
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uhhhhhhh no.

And then it hit me.
"What ward is this?"
"...the Madison Ward...."
<super awkward>
I then proceeded to explain I'm actually not in his ward and have my own ward down here.

And now maybe... just maybe Stephanie's ward has figured out why I have never come to their meetings. (:

Day #3: Running vs. Zumba...

So I'm sure I'm not the only one to have noticed the obsession that Zoobies have with running.  Seriously though, all it takes is a short drive around campus to see that running is the hottest thing since Jimmer Fredette.
It's almost like a fad... or a way to be social? Personally I think running with people is a joke as I would be panting FAR too much to have any sort of intelligible conversation.  I still have yet to figure out what all the fuss is about myself, but maybe it has something to do with this thing called a "runner's high"? Or maybe an excuse to have all the chocolate milk you want as it is apparently a great "recovery drink"?

Don't get me wrong, I would LOVE to love to run.... but I don't. Like at all.  It makes me feel like I'm dying.  Ever since middle school when Jessica and I would sit at lunch and watch the poor saps running the mile for gym class, I've thought running looked miserable. Now I at least appreciate it (even envy it), but I would so much rather do something else that changes. Like dancing! Or aerobics. Or Zumba.

Moral of the story:  I should probably go buy an aerobics pass so that I don't get fat from living right next to J-Dawgs and Awful Waffle. (:

Day #2: The theater kid paradox...

I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a theater kid.
Loud is what I do, and theater just makes sense to me. I love it. A lot. So why did I feel so uneasy amongst the throngs of theater kids surrounding me in the HFAC?
It was like watching an exclusive club.  A club that I am no longer a member of in this, at times, overwhelming atmosphere of academia.  They all know each other, are loud together, a little too confident looking as they sit in the first couple of rows next to the professor... you know, that kind of thing.

As my theater history class (antiquity to renaissance) continued, I felt myself being torn.  Part of me wishes that I could just immerse myself in this world of bright lights and make-up, rehearsals and scripts, but the other stronger, more rational part of me knows that in the end, that isn't what would make me happiest.  As much as I love it, I can't afford to make theater my life.  There is too much at stake.  I can't afford to sacrifice the amount of time it would take to climb the political ladder that is theater.  There are too many other things that are significantly more important to me.

As the professor proceeds to explain the course, the information that is just at my finger-tips shoots a thrill of excitement through me.  I can't help but think about how excited I am to read my text book and anthologies (weird) and just to learn about this subject that I didn't even realize I was so passionate about!

As this part of me fights with the rational side of me, a solution is reached (at least for now):
Kacy Carr ~ An Early Childhood Education Major; Theater Studies Minor

Day #1: A lesson in happiness...

Let's be honest.
It's miserable to be miserable.
So why do we do it?

We do it because it's easier sometimes.  It's easier to throw in the towel and feel sorry for ourselves when the rest of the world is crashing in around us (or at least seems to be).
Sometimes it's easiest to say, I'll be happy when.... this class is over, when I'm in a relationship, when I'm out of a relationship, when I am rich, etc. etc. the list never  ends, and that is precisely why we can never put our happiness off for anyone or anything.

True happiness starts with us, NOT with the situations surrounding us.

It is entirely our choice, so as Robyn would say, "SMILE! It's a positive externality!"

Happiness is all relative.
It's the joy that you find, not the joy that is handed to you on a silver platter. It takes effort.
Happiness is being at peace with yourself and with God.
Happiness is love: loving the people around you and every small simple moment.
Happiness is knowing you wouldn't change the good or the bad because it's made you into who you are today.

"...if we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses, we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us. This is not to say that we should abandon hope or temper our goals. Never stop striving for the best that is within you. Never stop hoping for all of the righteous desires of your heart. But don’t close your eyes and hearts to the simple and elegant beauties of each day’s ordinary moments that make up a rich, well-lived life. The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket; they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments. They are the ones who, thread by daily thread, weave a tapestry of gratitude and wonder throughout their lives. These are they who are truly happy." ~ President Uchtdorf

In the ever so wise words of my 9th grade principle Dr. Coleman, "Make it a great day or not, the choice is yours." <3