ello, stranger

For the first time in my blogging career, I haven't the slightest clue what to right about. I find myself starring at the computer screen, waiting for something to catch my eye and occupy my brain for a few minutes. Sadly, nothing seems to pop up. On a side note, is anyone reading this? I have this romantic idea that someone, somewhere, actually reads these silly words I write. Maybe I am that interesting something that pre-occupies someones mind. If are, infact, reading these words, would you do me the slightest of favors? Tell me you are. Tell me that my words leave some kind of impression on you, good or bad.

All I needs is a reader.

Just one.

Is it,

you?

P.S. The picture above is one my favorites lately. I like the contrast. I think of it as a light at the end of a dark period. Or, a message that you cant seem to get across. Or, it could just be a nice picture. Whatever, you decide.

Under Construction

Image; Zions Bank Finanical Center

As of late, I have felt so out of place. At school, at work, at home, everywhere; I have been the odd man out, so to speak. I started to hide away from friends, seek privacy, and be confined to the four walls of my bedroom. I began to become introverted for the first time in my life. I began to loose intrest in social status, and constantly being out on the town. I started spending more time on my hobbies; yoga, running, music, writing, photography, etc. I clung close to my family, the people who know me the best. As I started to feel more comfortable with myself, I began contacting close friends. I earned for one on one connections, and intimate conversations. While I was with one of my closest friends in Provo on a photo walk, I snapped the picture above. Its of the un-finished, under construction , Zions bank building. I began thinking, and decided that I, like this building, am under construction. I am slowly building up the person who I want to be, and understanding the person I have been. But unlike the building above, I dont have plans, blue prints, or an end date. For once in my life I am taking my time. I will not feel rushed or hurried. I will not be sloppy or careless. For the project in question isn't a building, its, me.