A Friend Like You

I can't describe in words how I feel today, so I'll speak in music.

Amen.

Honorable Mention

If I were to rate my success tonight, I'd give myself a bronze medal, for "Honorable Mention".

I didn't win any hearts, instead I gave mine away, again.

Isn't it strange how there are some people you can never stop being friends with, no matter what happens between the two of you? It's those kinds of relationships that last. I've always said I wanted to marry my best friend. Kerri, if only you were a guy.. hahaha

Life always takes a turn for the better. Someone wise once told me, "Often it's the detours of life that are most beautiful. It's through those detours where we learn the most." A lot of times I find myself saying, "I'll be okay until", well what happens after that? How will I make ends meet? It's then when I long to turn to a significant other for comfort and support.

    I just need to remember the important things, the things that matter most.

Good night, xoxo

Great, Great, Great

A great morning already. I had the privilege of baptizing my great great great aunts, Hattie Bradly, Maud Bradly, Stella Pearl Bradly, and Nellie J Bradly. They are my dad's mom's grandma's sisters. Say that five times fast. It was so refreshing to be in the temple, I sure do miss having one a mile from my home utb I'm grateful there are so many. I wonder what my great great great aunts experienced today? A fullness of joy maybe? I hope I get to meet them someday.

Today is a big day. It's Friday and I have a hot date.

I hope restlessness, a knot of butterflies in my stomach, and ice cold fingers is a good sign.

Why is it that we let certain people determine our mood? because that's definitely a weakness I have. I'm usually very good at hiding how I feel towards someone, but there is one individual I can't help but tell [him] how I feel. I hope it pays off one day.. can today be that day?

Enough of that, regardless of how my night ends I am determined to do something for myself tomorrow. That something should include a long run but it may have to be long road trip somewhere instead.

 Driving is so relaxing--there's nothing like a full tank of gas, a destination, and music to sing to by myself. Sometimes I wish I could live in my car and just keep driving until I reach the ocean, or Seattle, maybe Alaska. 

                That would be nice.

I'll send a postcard when I reach paradise.

Peace.

My Running Buddy

I am so glad I get to spend time with my dad. He's been a great help to me whether it's going running, riding our bikes, rounding my edges, or making me laugh. 

I went trail running with him early this morning and loved it! Yes I am out of shape, yes it was painful, and yes I ran the full four miles!
My dad just completed his third marathon, what a champ right? I believe he is. So I was the one trying to keep up with him. He is my favorite person to run with because he enjoys it so much and always pushes me to the limit without breaking me down.

We went up to the Mueller Park Trail and ran up the mountain-- sooooooo gorgeous.

After the first mile I had to dig a pit (to poop)..then I had a sore achilles and a majorly sharp cramp.

No pain, no gain!

I've heard that before.. I can relate that to a lot of things going on in life right now. And I know it's true, no pain, no gain.

You have to experience the bad to appreciate the good.

I'm grateful for the difficult trails to run , as well as the difficult trials to endure.

There's my two cents for the day. Much love. x and o. 

The Key to Success

I think I'm a little too busy to have a blog..but I LOVE what I do! I work for Fanzz retail with the Salt Lake Bees, Utah Blaze, and Utah Jazz. There's something about helping customers find what they need, especially the little kids. They are always so excited just to be at a baseball game. they've got their little league jerseys on, their baseball cap, and their cotton candy stuck to their face. So many times have the kids come in and wanted to buy a small baseball. They see the price for it, $4.99, they suddenly beam! They come up to the counter with their five dollar bill and little ball. The price comes up, five dollars, thirty-three cents. 

Almost immediately, the bottom lip droops, and their entire body shrinks. Just recently I've started saving my change just for those moments when I can help make up for those that come up short. But it's amazing how many people in line will step up and offer their dollars. 

    This week of work has been the greatest ever in my 14 months with Fanzz.

 Monday night, the Bees game finished early. My coworkers and I were preparing for the 14,000 elementary kids that were coming to the game the following morning. We went downstairs to the warehouse to get supplies, we made a total of four trips. Each time we left the store it had to be locked, so after the first trip, one of my coworkers unlocked the door, took ten steps into the store, unloaded the boxes, reached for the keys in his pocket, and couldn't find them.

         WHAT? How in the world could he lose a key ring with six keys on it? We searched for almost 15 minutes trying to find them.

Solution: "leave Rachelle in the store by her lonely while we get the rest of the supplies". Cool. That's exactly what I was thinking.. not.

          So, as I stood in the empty store, in the dark, empty, stadium, I continued looking for the missing keys. After all, no keys=unlocked store=stolen merchandise=lost job.

        We had to be there the next morning by 7:45 am anyway, and it was already 10:30 pm.. Why not just spend the night? I have everything I need; a Bees toothbrush, a Bees pillow, a Rockies binky, an Angels throw over, and a complete Salt Lake Bees wardrobe.

      While these thoughts were going through my head, the men returned with more supplies. They finished unloading and were on their way down for the third load when one of them said to me mockingly, "Rachelle, say a prayer for us! Hahahaha..". No I'm not the only Latter-Day Saint there, but I'm the only one that proudly represents it. After they left, I did in fact say a prayer, a small humble prayer. I'd show them the power of the Spirit ;)

          As time passed and the men were going back for the last load of supplies, I told them, "I did say a prayer, but I'm still looking for the keys." They seemed discouraged and one of them messaged our manager, preparing him for the worst. 

I started to get a little discouraged as well, as I searched and searched unsuccessfully, trying to figure out how a large set of keys disappeared after only traveling a few steps. I knew we had the keys to unlock the door after the first unloading, so how could they have gone far. Our store isn't very big in the first place. When you walk in the door, the entrance fits about ten adults. then you walk to left and around the corner to the counter and registers. The men returned with the last load and I still hadn't found the keys. The others decided to trace their steps back down to the warehouse while I did one last sweep of the place. They left and I started picking apart my brain, thinking of where the keys could be. Something led me around the corner, back behind the counters. I looked around and under the registers, in the drawers, in the cupboards, and then came to the garage can. I lifted it up to look under it.. and heard a jingle. I looked down inside the can and a shiny flash caught my eye. I found the keys. I FOUND the KEYS!

Thankful that my prayer had been answered, I offered another. Then came the satisfaction of calling the boys to tell them. They quickly came upstairs, and nothing beats getting to watch their eyeballs get bigger, their faces grow red, and their smiles beam. All I said was, "I told you I prayed", with a smile. One of them, the assistant manager, gave me a giant hug, laughed, and said, "Man I owe you dinner, anything you want." I didn't even care about the dinner. We locked up the store and made our way out, just after 11 pm. Of course the boys claimed me finding the keys in the garage can was a conspiracy, whatever. When I got home that night, I made sure to say my evening prayer, my thankful prayer. You know what they say,

"Prayer is the key of the day, and the lock of the night."

    Finding those keys reminded me of the blessings that come from prayer; it truly does unlock the blessings of heaven. I'll never forget that.

Much love, xoxox

Red City of Being

 Why "Red City of Being"? My favorite color is red (this does not mean I am a Utah fan, in fact I am an avid BYU Cougar). Red yells courage, confidence, and passion--all qualities I like to BELIEVE I have.

I wrote this poem my senior year of high school:

MY CITY OF BEING

I have a city. This city manages dreams.

It fills night with restless crowds of familiar faces.

The lights innumerable; the sounds reckless

I love my city.

I watch life go on from a bench near the lively Square.

Differences, common grounds, purposes, destinations

A sea of beings, only one unique

Only one with passion, an enthusiasm for life

An appreciation for melody, a respect for the world

But a heart for one

I believe in this dream.

A want to take part—to fit in but become exceptional

A lifetime profession, a tasteful triumph

A city girl

 It's about passion, success, and the pursuit of happiness. I like it because you can personalize and apply it to your own life. As I was writing this I thought about love and how only one person can hold my whole heart. Even though there are many who are ingratiated on my heart, there is only one person who I have given every part of mine to. One day my city will be our city.

the lyrics are what make this song so great.

So there you have it. Red City of Being. Much love. xoxox.

Lifted

This is my first blog, inspired by a great friend of mine. I'm not the open book type so I'm hoping this will help me emerge from my concealed shell of secrets.

I've reached a point in life where I am required to use everything I've been taught in order to become somebody, to be happy--work a full-time job, prepare to go to the temple, save money, decide my career path, thrive on friendships and relationships (it's always about who you know, right?), seek for guidance, serve, become the person I want to marry.. You'd think after nearly 20 years of existence I'd be prepared for this moment. Note to self: learning is a lifetime pursuit.

  So here I am, back at the drawing board, starting from scratch.. Actually I'm two semesters away from an Associates Degree, 12 months from a mission, and approximately one year from becoming an aunt. 

Good things to come right? 

--Much Love.