Commitment

the holidays are over.

i said goodbye to the family.
and the friends.
at least the few that are still in pocatello.
i drove back to provo, enjoying my grandma's company before dropping her off at her sisters.
i parked my civic.
sat alone; dreading everything that awaits this semester.

the 17 credits.
the 20 hour work weeks.
the preparation for washington d.c.
the absence of sister hayes.
the search for the perfect internship.
graduation.
growing up.

i took a deep breath.
walked up three flights of stairs.
unloaded the boxes of food taken from patty's personal storage.
caught up with the roommates.
unloaded my suitcase.
visited a couple friends.
made my bed.
printed my class schedule.
laid in bed.
stared into the dark.

i woke up five hours later feeling somewhat rejuvenated; prepared to dive head first into my eighth and final semester at byu. as i walked the three minutes to upper campus, i was reminded of my first semester of college and how excited, determined, motivated, scared and nervous i was. i was feeling all the freshman feelings, but this time as an overwhelmed soon-to-be-graduate.

concerns and emotions in life have a way of repeating themselves. i never thought that the same apprehension and uncertainty that i buried in the back of my mind as an 18 year old would find its way out to. it somehow did.

knowing that all problems are not easily resolved, i, dr. harding, prescribed my own remedy as i entered my first class.

Rx = stay busy

the more classes i attend, pages i read, hours i work, friends i make, people i serve, and laughter i exude will ease my troubles, brighten my days and allow my life to resume its' intended course.



2010, you and i are going to have an amazing time together. hopefully you're more committal than the girls i've dated.