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"...that's the great thing about opinions. You have your own and they don't have to be agreed with"

With so very many things going through my head today, I've not a hint of where to begin...

Time does not exist.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hands.
It is warm...

Only the fluttering of my heart betrays the lies in that comfort...
Time passes all too quickly...
Leaving you cool in the shadow of it's uncertainty...
Trapped with butterflies in my stomach... my best friend is coming home in 2 days. He's been in DC all summer thanks to an internship. A lot has changed, and I'm beginning to fear his coming back. The what-if's plague my mind. "Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because that is all we ever will be..." a quote Sunnie found while we were sifting through a few of the notebooks at GHE last night. It doesn't really fit here... at least the last part. I'd change it to, "Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because that's all we've ever wanted to be..." All through out this summer I've had encounters with different people that have all made me stop and wonder... would we truly be better as 'friends' or should we brave everything and try something more. I fight with this idea because we have tried before. It was high school, our senior year, and we were fantastic together. It ended as all things must, and we continued to stay close. We are now closer than ever before, and I'm comfortable. Why give up a good thing, but at the same time why settle for something at the chance of something better... I could quote Shakespeare's "It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." while at the same time I could throw back "Don't lose the best thing you have for uncertainty" All are valid points. All have some level of worth. It's an on-going battle in my head, and I know that I won't reach a consensus until I speak with the only other person this truly involves. But I can't. I myself hadn't ever considered a romantic side to the way we are until this past summer. I will guarantee you he hasn't contemplated it. "We work better as friends, Jess" that's all he ever says. It's not a subject either of us enjoys bringing up... It scares me senseless to even picture us as a couple again. Why fear is my response I have only a guess. Every time I come to the conclusion that I am going to just sit on my questions and continue with the friendship we get into a fight and I am slapped in the face with the realization that we fight because we have no where to go with this friendship. We have grown about as far as we could have without taking this further... I don't know what to do... How do we stop these stupid little fights that are truly about nothing at all, and maintain a calm, close, friendship. I have only one other person that has something like this. Though these two speak of one day maybe developing into something more they are content to just be friends. I recoil from the thought... I fear his reaction, as well as my own, and I fear the possibility of what the end result might be.
If only I weren't a spineless daisy...

Unrealistic Expectations... again... ?

I ask you again... why is Edward Cullen so blasted appealing!? First off Disney gave girls an unrealistic view of what our own "prince" is supposed to be like... and now, we have Edward Cullen the epitome of the perfect man. You Jacob fan's I'm sorry... but you're just wrong! It is utterly absurd to think that anyone could even begin to compare to him! I mean seriously! He says the right thing, he does the perfect thing, and knows just how to take it a step further and keep it entirely believable. Rock hard, chiseled, perfection turned to touchable perfection... who could resist! My word! it's a wonder I'm not dating anymore! Perhaps I should just stop reading about these indefectible men and try to find someone that maybe slightly compares... hmmm, nope! Impossible! I'm perfectly okay with my fictional crush!

The Forgotten Field

There are those that would blend in quietly with the crowds of this world... but there are those that would Stand upright and proudly against the blue sky. Shirking the sameness and declaring their Independence. There are those that aren't afraid to walk this world alone. We don't need anyone or anything to make us happy, we do it ourselves. The Daisy in a field of wheat... "Knowing I am just the same, but different from you... For all my day's I'll just remember..."
I have been declaring what it is I want for many years, and yet no ones knows what it is I dream of. Is that my fault or have they just not been listening? All I have ever truly wanted to do is write. Notebook after notebook of stories, poetry, dreamed up characters and title lines are hidden in my closet. Placed strategically underneath my bed, and tucked away in the corners of my bedroom. To write a classic story, land in the New York Times Best Sellers List, and then in the classrooms of literature students would be the ultimate... but I would be satisfied just to be read and enjoyed. To see something I wrote in print, sitting on a shelf, would be enough for me.
As it is, to reach that I first must leave my insecurities. The fear of failure, of rejection, of never breaking free of the monotony... So, after much deliberation, a few phone conversations, and one final decision... I am breaking free! It's a complicated process, but the first step was acceptance. I've placed my feet firmly on the second step and I'm preparing to bridge the gap to the third... but it will take time, and time I have plenty of.

So, while I am not alone, I am not afraid to stand on my own.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow...

I know, I know... I post this everywhere, but I love the last line ever so much!


I'm left tired, no more strength to hope anymore, no reason to hold on, and my faith is leaving with each grain of sand falling down the hourglass... I'm still living day to day, I find faith and hope in the wind, but as such it blows by my being, caressing my hair and face, then leaving me limp with naught but a memory, and my imagination to relive the moment... I've said goodbye to the one that used to help hold me up when times got tough with you... he's gone on to serve the Lord... and you're just a disappointment... It's been a beautiful start to a glorious week with Hell carved in everyday. God tries to brighten the dark moments with his tender mercies, and though we laugh and play each day away we are left with singe marks on our faces and a scent that scorches the soul... as depressed as I sound, and as tired as I am I know that all of this is meant to make us stronger. I know I will learn, but will you? Our gift of discernment is blocked from us, and you keep taking mine. For you, I've given you reason to say goodbye; but you've graced me with forgiveness. I called you names and you dropped from a plane. We sat and cried, then rejoiced as we thought our trial was over... It's never over friend, our trials and struggles are sent because we prayed for them. We ask for strength and we are given a reason to be strong, we pray for patience and we are dragged to our very limits, we beg for mercy and forgiveness to find someone lied to us. It's funny as the you and I multiply, one person, then two, the times and the trials find ways to divide faster than we do. I betrayed the trust of one to be betrayed by two. I stood by two to be forgotten by four. You blessed me with a smile, and I threw it in the face of three. The names don't matter, the days fade away, what we are left with are the marks of our travels, and the wind blown leaves in our hair... I'll stand for another day, I'll fight the exhaustion, simply because I love you... and maybe when the rain comes we'll meet in peace over the rainbow and enjoy the skittles that now come in all colors...

You and You Alone...

Okay, so... guess who has boy drama!? Ooo, since when do I not is the question. Stanley is looking for arguments, and stupid as they are... he keeps them coming. I've decided to stand my ground on this one. He made the mess, and it's his turn to clean it up. I'm not sweeping my hurt feelings under the rug this time! Cory is home, and I'm still bothered by it. I am hoping it will pass once he leaves for BYU and I won't accidentally run into him anymore. I've got people coming back to Utah to visit this summer, and some of them I would really rather not see... but I'm having a hard time finding excuses to turn them down. I've got 2 boys (friends of each other) that have both asked me out for the same day, and haven't told the other... I'm not liking this whole situation...
I've finally started walking at night again, and magically words just come... so, this is a really hard copy, but I have to write it down somewhere and I don't have a pen anywhere near me... Please stand by for the edited version, but for now this is what you get!

I fell in love with a boy
Gentle and Kind with a tender glance
Always present, with his hand in mine,
a first love, a pure love, and it was mine

Time goes by, mistakes are made
Our love faded and changed into new love
but that gentle boy went away
Replaced by a life harden, yet always caring friend
Always this new love of mine still stands by my side

There are days we pass as strangers
With busy lives, and too little time
We sometimes forget how we started
But in timeless moments once in a while
the gentle boy still chances (glances?) through
and I can't help but smile back
In remembrance of that time gone past...

Different...

Someone once explained me to me perfectly...

"You're an artist, you feel things differently from other people... You're an artist, you see things differently from other people... You're an artist, you say things differently from other people... You are an artist... you are different from other people."

Everyone is different, we all have our unique little quirks and it just takes stopping to understand how someone is to understand them... usually... Some days not even my best friend understands what I am saying. I had the hardest time understanding, and accepting it when people would tell me I didn't say things like normal people do. It felt like a harsh criticism when they would tell me I didn't think or see things like most people. Being told continually that you aren't normal takes a definite toll on one's pride, and self-esteem eventually. Given the years I've accepted who I am, and learned to love the way I am, and how I am... but there are days when you question, and when it just become such a frustration being so different, and being reminded at the most infuriating times that you are so different from other people. Take for example the repentence process. I had a friend that completed the repentence process, and fulfilled the necessary requirements beyond anyones expectations. They sent in a request for a church activity and recieved a negative response because of the original mistake... That didn't make any sense to me. My friend had repented, and was forgiven... therfore it was as if the mistake had never been made in the eyes of the Lord, so who were we to hold that against their record!? That seemed to me a double standard, or a hypocrisy of you will. It took me a while to understand that though everyone involved knew that mistake wouldn't be made again, the elders in charge weren't aware of that and had no way to prove it. We are human and that is our saving grace, but as such error often... I just had to accept it because my 'God-like' perception to quote my bishop; while it is correct... it isn't the way most people think. Among all of my adventures so far this summer I have enjoyed a lot of silence, and me time. When you're lying in the dead of night, surrounded by nothing, hearing nothing... it's beautiful because you feel everything. In those moments where it felt as if time had just stopped I re-lived my entire childhood, my teen years, and my while short... but still there... adult life. Some of my most favorite memories where played like a favorite disney tape; but I was also able to remember things I had forgotten. I thought about everything, asked all the why and what-if questions. I disected myself, my thought process, and the way I do things... and I realized once again, I am an artist... and as an artist, I feel things differently from other people. As an artist I see things differently from other people, and as an artist I say things differently from other people... I am an artist, and I am different from most people...

Tagged...

4 Things I was doing 10 years ago

1) Playing soccer
2) I lived in my backyard during the summers as a kid
3) Reading
4) Playing with Lauren

4 Things I was doing 5 years ago

1) Hanging out with Marisa
2) Dancing
3) Learning several instruments
4) Soccer

4 Things I did yesterday

1)Snuck into Lagoon and helped Jo manage her area
2)Drove 108 miles
3)Walked with Wes
4)Belted Michael Buble' with Leesa

4 Shows I Like
1) One Tree Hill
2) Ace of Cakes
3) House
4) Gilmore Girls

4 biggest joys at the moment
1) Life
2) Amazing friends
3) night-time walks with the best friend
4) WARM WEATHER

4 Things you may not know about me
1) I love silence... it is golden afterall
2) I'd rather sit in a tree and read a book most days
3) I can ride a unicycle
4) I had a dream about a each tornado before they actually hit Utah.

I tag Ris, Jo, Lees, and Amy

4 weeks, and 3 life saving surgeries later...

It was a fight for my life, but well worth the experience. I have never been so humbled and touched in my life. So many people praying and fasting for me, I couldn't believe it! I am so grateful to everyone for all that they have done for me. I would not have survived all of that had you all not been praying for me. I was able to feel your prayers, and the strength I received from that fasting has me labeled as a miracle child in LDS hospital's ICU and it's all thanks to you!The story begins at Alta View where after the first 3 days of getting better I suddenly plummeted. My white blood cell count started to fall, and I had a horrible pain in my lungs. They first thought it was pneumonia, but upon further review I was lifelighted to LDS hospital May 27th. The infection was spreading and Alta View didn't have the doctors I needed to save my life yet again. I remember everything about that day though my level of response was little to none. For some reason the Lord has seen fit to even allow me to remember my thought process. As the lifelight team entered into my room I remember the guy in the red suit looked just like the nurse on the lifelight team. They put in a second IV and lifted me onto the gurney. Dr. Meads kept close and told me time after time that I would be in his prayers, that it would be alright. I was going to be okay. I tried to smile at him, and gave him one last hug. They wheeled me down and through the emergency doors with Dr. Meads walking by my side the whole time. I was wheeled outside and I remember just feeling the sunlight on my skin for the first time in 6 days. Though I knew I was dying I didn't want to leave it. Dr. Meads took my hand for the last time, looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'll keep you in my prayers" I smiled at him and he stood by the doors and waved until I was loaded in the helicopter and flew out of sight. As I was wheeled to the helicopter we passed trees and plants. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I couldn't stretch my arm out far enough. As the helicopter lifted off I felt a slight breeze and just relished in the air across my face. I watched the city fall under us, and I remember feeling like I was weightless. I was able to see the Great Salt Lake sparkling in the sunlight, and houses just kept getting smaller. Cars became the size of ants, and I just let it sink in that I was flying. I was so delirious, but at least I was the only one that could hear me :) I remember flying over downtown, and saying in my mind "Look Stanley, it's downtown... isn't it so pretty! Stanley, it's the temple, remember when we were there? We should go again when you come home. Stanley it's Memory Grove... your birthday was such a wonderful day... Oh, the capital, look at it sparkle in the sunlight. Look Stanley, it's the capital building, isn't is beautiful today? Look Stanley... look Stanley..." For some reason I thought my best friend Stanley could hear my thoughts, and I kept talking to him. I realized later that if I hadn't I would have lost all consciousness. The people you think about and the thoughts that run through your mind when you are teetering are some of the most precious to you. I won't share everything because they are so close to my heart, but I thought you might find that small bit humorous. It may have been keeping me alive, but it's still pretty funny! They asked if I went to the University of Utah and I said yes, so they flew me over the university so I could see it from the helicopter... as a just in case to say goodbye. It was wonderful and I can't thank them enough for being so wonderful to me while I was in there. Once we landed a security guard met us and informed us that some sections of the hospital were under construction. They were putting in a new floor and sure enough once we rounded the corner on the sixth floor a man was putting in an exit sign. He didn't budge when the security guard told him he needed to. It wasn't until he said we have a lifelighted patient here and need to get through, you need to move, that he stepped off his ladder, and held the sign up in place that we were able to get through. I didn't understand why he was using a ladder if he could reach it anyway. (He needed to be closer to put in the screws... just so you know...) They put me in room 33 (The rooms are 30-47) It had the best view, and I was able to see the University from my window. I was immediately hooked up to air, and a heart meter. They had a woman come in and place a picc in my arm. It is basically an IV that lasts for years if need be. She promised that I wouldn't feel it, but alas... I have been a rare case through this entire thing and I was able to feel the entire thing going in. That was un-heard of, and the pain was almost unbearable. A picc goes in through your arm and up into a central blood line. So this picc goes in through my left arm and ends in the middle of my chest. The nurses left me alone after that because of the tears streaming down my face. They had a hard time watching me cry. It always without fail made one of them cry. I was rushed into an emergency surgery at 11pm that night. My bishop came in and administered a priesthood blessing right before with his 1st counselor. I woke up from surgery with my family all around me. It was the early morning hours and I knew they had been there the whole time. I smiled weakly and fell asleep again. The next day was the hardest day I have ever been through. I was still in danger of passing away, but needed time to heal after the last surgery before entering into the last surgery that would save my life for certain. Dr. Collins came in and told both my dad and I what he would be doing in this next surgery. The infection was in my lungs and right next to my aortic valve. It was going to strangle my heart if we didn't catch it immediately. He was straight forward, and blunt. I liked him a lot. He answered every question I had, and more. He spoke directly to me, not down to me or my father. He told me I would be sent down at 7:30am and it would most likely be about a 10 hour surgery. I sent a text asking for a priesthood blessing before surgery. This time my home teacher Aaron, and the Elders Quorum President Donovan, and the bishop came to administer the priesthood blessing. It was beautiful, and gave me the strength I needed. I was told the ward was going to fast for me. I asked the bishop to call Stanley and let him know about the surgery. He promised to keep Stanley well informed of everything for me. I sent a text to Stanley right before they came saying I was too tired, and couldn't keep going. I had no more strength left, and didn't want to push anymore. I couldn't go any further, and I didn't know what to do. Stanley asked me if I would do something for him. I said yes. He responded with I am going to call you and I want you to listen to this song and play it in your head. Then I want you to hand the phone to your nurse. I waved frantically for my nurse to get her attention. She read the text and said she couldn't talk to him on my cell phone, but he could call the hospital. I told him what she said and gave him the number. He called me and had me listen to a song, I knew well. I knew he was crying. His voice cracked at the "I Love You" and just closed my eyes and cried. I couldn't respond and I wanted to with all that I had. At that point in time I couldn't find the title of it, but I played it in my head over and over again. (The song I later found out was Come What May... as The Moulin Rouge has always be "our" musical I just smiled. I knew it was from that movie, but I was too out of it to fully play the song in my head... though the lyrics to the chorus was what I was singing in my head the entire time, it was what I woke up with stuck in my head after the surgery... thank you Stanley) I clung to those notes and those lyrics until I finally fell asleep. That night my entire family came down, extended family included. Everyone was there from my Grandma Adams, to my aunt Mary. Family I hadn't seen in a long time, and they all came to wish me luck and tell me it was going to be okay. Little did I know, they were all wondering if this was the last time they would see me. I wasn't able to comprehend how serious my condition was, and I am truly grateful to my Heavenly Father for that. My mom and Leesa stayed once everyone left. My mom held my hand while Max tried to put in what is called an art line. It is a way to know my blood pressure continually without having something squeeze the life out of my arm. they needed it for the surgery. I wasn't supposed to be able to feel that either. Max would numb a spot and then try to put in the artline, but I would pull back in pain. I couldn't take it. I was crying so hard, I was in such an amount of pain. My mom was in tears with me, she couldn't handle watching me cry with no sound. Leesa had to leave the room she was crying so hard. The nurses couldn't watch either. Max kept trying, but after it reached 2am he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't keep putting me through that pain, so he had my nurse Katie call and ask if they could put the artline in after they put me to sleep. They said they would. I was given pain medication, and my mom stayed until I was asleep. I felt my mom leave, and I cried silently until I was asleep again. I was awakened at 6:30am and prepared for the surgery. They wheeled me out of the ICU at 6:50am. I remember looking around me in the surgical room and praying for the strength to survive and then nothing... I came out of surgery at noon according to my bishop who was there when they wheeled me back in. He called Stanley immediately and let him know I was alright. He told me later that he over heard one of the surgical nurses telling the ICU nurses that the abscesses were bad enough that I almost passed right there in the surgical room, but that a miracles had happened and I was alive to see another day. I knew that the reason I was alive was because of the fasting my ward was doing that day. The Lord had promised me angels for companions, and his strength to heal. I felt the angels the entire time I was in the ICU, and I knew the reason I was still there was because he had me cradled in his hands. I have a purpose in this world, and perhaps it is so my ward could provide that service... and maybe it is so that those nurses in the ICU could hear my testimony of the LDS church time after time once I was able to speak. Maybe part of it was to bring my family together... whatever my purpose is, I know that I am here today because I am supposed to be. I have been allowed a second chance, and this time I have been blessed with the faith to move mountains, and a testimony that can't be broken. I have friends that have stood with me through everything. Stanley I can't thank you enough for every moment you have given me, and the strength I received just by knowing you were there. Please know that I love you, and I couldn't have imagined, prayed, wished, or hoped for a better best friend. The Lord knew what he was doing when he gave you to me, and you'd better be in this friendship for the long haul because I'm never letting go! Sunnie, you came and stayed with me almost every night I was in the hospital. I can't even find the words to say thank you for everything you have done. I love you! That first night at The Greenhouse effect was truly inspired by our Heavenly Father, and Sunnie... he will walk you through this next period in your life. You're going to be okay! I promise! Brooke, you sent me your parents and I couldn't replace that. You have been there in Hawaii praying and crying for me. I have felt every hug, every prayer sent my way, and felt every tear shed for me... We'll see another frozen pizza night... Love you! To my family... I still get teary eyed when I think of all the time you spent there with me. All the phone calls, and tears. I am sorry I scared everyone, but I wouldn't take it back for anything. We are closer now as a family, and I couldn't think of anything I want more. Mom, you are my hero, my life, my everything. You are still here for me as I am trying to finish healing. On top of working, and raising 4 other kids you still take the time to help me with my IV, and ask me how I am feeling. You are so attentive, and I'll consider myself blessed beyond all reason if I am half the mother you are. You deal with so much! Daddy, your kisses and those I Love You's each night have kept me going. You remind me I don't have to be superwoman right now, and it's okay to need to heal. I love you for watching my face ever so carefully each night, and telling everyone that I needed to sleep, because I wouldn't. You take such good care of your "first baby" and I can't thank you enough for being my papa! Ryan, ever so constant! You're the best younger brother I could have imagined and I am so excited that you are finally getting your chance to have a younger brother. We're gonna take good care of him! Leesa... my best friend, my sister, and my hero. I cried so often because I missed you. I loved your phone calls, and the texts when you would steal mom's phone. I don't know what I would do without you! You put me in tears when you walked in the door of my hospital room that first time. You made my lungs hurt from laughing so hard the day you turned 15. I couldn't wait for you to come in so I could say Hi for that first time and just see your face. It was so worth it! I love you with all of my heart. I know you will change the world someday my Leesa! Stay strong honey, because you are beautiful! Miranda thank you for all of those pictures, they brightened my hospital rooms! Emma, you were afraid to touch me because you thought you'd break me. Thank you for that hug I got when I walked in the door of the house. To my extended family, the Dehlin Family, The Graves, to each friend that came in (If I tried to name everyone it would take another mile long space), and to my ward... Thank you for the gifts, the visits, the prayers, and the strength I received each time you would come to say hello! I love you all, and wish you all the best in life! I am home bound until July 1st with home care. I am still on IV medications, and still healing from the lung surgery. I will be completely healed soon, and it's all thanks to you! I wouldn't be here without you! I Love You!Love AlwaysJessica Meredith Gustafson