I just woke up from a nice Sunday nap. I feel asleep about 1…hard. I woke up around 3, just as hard. My sleeping symptoms are quite clear: I’m getting a cold. As I sleep, I don’t know the world even exists, but when I wake up, I’m too uncomfortable to stay in bed. All I can do is take some vitamins, rest up, and hope that I get better and not worse.
As I woke up today, even with the sniffles, I just felt happy. I was comfortable covered in my duvet (that John thinks is too hot to sleep under), and John had crawled in bed to take a nap sometime after I fell asleep and was sleeping deeply as well. We had such a good day yesterday. It was a good morning at church. Laying there, I felt calm, and fulfilled, and just happy. Life is pretty good 
Yesterday we woke up and ran up to REI. We both were able to get new backpacks for school- ones that carry our laptops- and I got a new coat/jacket. Now I just want it to get cold. We also went to Harmons (oh how I love Harmons) and got some groceries…and a brand new pumpkin cup. I saw it and just HAD to have something to help me start to celebrate fall. I put it on the sink in the bathroom, and as I did had a super strong memory about a pumpkin cup my mom kept on the sink in the bathroom when I was a kid. I remember being excited that I didn’t have to ask for help to get a drink of water anymore. It’s funny the things that pop into our minds from time to time.
I also spent a bit of time yesterday getting myself organized for school- outlining what I need to read and getting my notebooks together. I did some work, which, since I have so much more to do during the week, will probably spill over onto Saturdays from time to time.
Church was good today. Sacrament meeting was a bit long, but we had a new Sunday school class. It’s on Family History, and there are only like, 6 of us who are taking it. I think we might actually be using the time to work on our family history, which led me to call my Mom and ask her to send me some things she has giving me/trying to give me for awhile. I’m glad to have the time/impetus to get going a bit on this, even if to understand what there is to do and stop being so overwhelmed with the thought of it.
So, that little list of what’s up and what’s going on brings up to now. I was thinking about the movie that I saw in Film class last week, called Not of This World. It was about a nun who was working towards taking her final vows. A lot of people around her are pressuring her to consider another lifestyle, and yet she goes along with her work heading towards her goal. As she’s walking through a park on day, a man hands her a baby he found in the park. She tracks the sweater that the baby is wrapped in, and finds a man who owns a laundromat who she thinks may be the father. As the story goes on, she interacts with a lot of different people, all having something to do with the baby. A number of these people tell her that she can’t understand what they are going through, because she has “renounced” everything. What is so incredibly obvious to everyone watching from the outside, is that having “renounced” everything and renouncing everything are two very different things, and that the woman is just as much a woman and a person as every other person in the story. Nun, or not. Even more touching is a man who she interacts with who asks her the same question two different times in the story. “If I had been someone else, would it have made a difference?” The first time she says no, and he is left to believe that she is like everyone else sees her; a woman meant to serve everyone with no specific connections to anyone else. The second time, however, she tells him yes. That the difference was made in the situation because it was him, and they admit to their connection and affection for each other. It doesn’t have to be about love or devotion or even about the baby (who neither of them have anything to do with in the end) it is simply about being human, and the need to contribute, to matter, and to interact with other people. I loved the movie, and even though I told you the end (basically) it’s definitely worth watching, as long as you can find some enjoyment in subtitles.
Well, I think I’m going to go see if John wants to wake up and make some food. Jonathan should be coming over later. The dog, he found, by the way, did have an owner. Jon’s boss found the person who lost him the next day. Makes us both want a dog, bad. Alas…one day.
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