according to my mother everyone who really loves me and knows me knows that I am selfish.  Seems as though my own mother does not know me. The fact that I go to school for 18 hrs a week in the hopes of graduating as a social worker so that I can help the less fortunate in the world, and spread the love of Christ for a whopping 30,000 a year is so selfish.  If not cheering her on for the decisions she has made in her life that I do not agree with makes me selfish then I agree with her definition. Because I know in my heart there is nothing better that the fruits that come from obeying God and I so desperately want this for her because I love her.

I know that I can live a beautiful life without hurting anyone.  I want to make choices that are selfless. I understand that this is going to be hard at first because after nineteen and a half years of feeding my selfish needs I am now starting to see the bigger picture. 

I wish I could just run around in my bathing suit all day. 

I’ll never find one big enough.

Driving down the 405 with the windows down and my ipod blasting. It was one of those perfect shuffles, only this one had every bouncy summer song. It was almost like even my ipod felt the summer breeze blowing through my car. Or maybe its just that music sounds better when you are on summer vacation.