Life is Complicated...

Hello Blogger World!

Sorry that I have not been able to indulge all the secrets of my life to you. I have been busy living life. :)

Here is a few of the things that I have gotten to do in the past few weeks:

Going Home to Mesa, AZ for 67 Hours

Chow with Grandpa and Grandma
Hanging with the family
Garage-Saleing with my mom (FAVORITE SUMMER ACTIVITY!!)
Attending one of my best friend's wedding and seeing friends that I haven't seen in two whole years!!

Starting Summer Term

3 New Classes
New term with new mentoring students
New Office Hours
Unofficial Mentor Hangouts
Fun days of "Hubbing" (meaning spending time in a glorious place called the Hub)
Summer Kick Off (which was seriously the most fun thing in the world!)
Watching Cosmo go through an obstacle course
Studying for tests and writing papers that are due next week

Yeah. So that has been my life.

As the title said, life is complicated. I wish that it could be a lot easier. I wish that I could say the things that I want to say without consequences. But there are consequences. So my mouth stays shut. I have never been one to take risks.That has just never been my gift. So life will remain complicated. It may be complicated, but in the end....
Come what may and love it!

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Come What May and Love It

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