R.E.M.

I dreamt that I was in my typography class. Only we were in my old Junior High School, in the auditorium. Bizarre. And it was more like an acting/art class. Very odd. The thing that got me though, was some random girl, not in my class asked me how long I'd been going to BYU-I. When I told her, she totally laid into me about being lazy. She asked me what it was that I was contributing...

That's all I remember, and while it's only a dream, I think my subconscious asked a fair question.

Well, in my classses, I participate. I ask questions, give and recieve insight. I have a goal when my art schooling is done to be able to paint/draw pictures of the Savior that would touch an individual with the Holy Ghost whenever it is view. I'd like to put my testimony in my art.

I'd also like to use it for fun things as well. Illustrating children's books and maybe even a comic strip.

As a person, I contribute kindness. Or at least I try to. I like to encourage others, build them up. I think my motherly instincts kick in every now and again and I like to care for others. I try to keep a positive attitude and hope its contageous.

I laugh everyday, I cry when I need to, I'm scared of what's to come but I've long since stopped running from it and started to prepare for it. I think in doing so, I no longer fear, but hope.

I could be better. There's a lot that I could improve and when I find and trap the courage necessary in order to do so, I will. For now, I have the courage to take baby steps.

There are waking dreams and sleeping dreams, both give me direction. Both remind me of the importance of having goals and planning in order to acheive them. For he that hath not a plan to succeed, hath then planned to fail.

I'm not a failure. I don't plan to fail. I plan to move in the right direction. Even if I'm slower, not as talented or as smart as someone else, I am still a daughter of God with the divine ability to succeed. And if I seek His council and guidance, I will indeed have success.