one with nature, pedometers, and burps.

at the moment i don't think my mind has anything inspirational, or even "blog" worthy, whatever the heck that is, to share. but i'd rather like to see how it looks with an actual entry on my page after all the changes i've made:) today is exactly 12 weeks and two days till christmas. hooray. it is also the last day of september. that was profound. at 19 and almost a half years old i have figured out that september has 30 days in it...by that i was really thinking tomorrow october begins, and with it, the holidays. double hooray. i love autumn. i love the holidays. i love nature. i want to be at one with nature. i'm not totally sure of what that phrase means. but when i left my apartment for school bright and early one morning last week and there was a little boxelder bug stuck on it's back on my front step, and i crouched down and helped it onto it's feet and watched it scurry away, i felt at one with nature. or kind of like i was losing my mind helping little bugs when i was already running late...either way. i love letting things slow down. i love sittng outside and just listening to the wind rustle through the leaves, feeling the sun warm my skin, and soaking it all in. i have a goal to stop killing bugs. you know what i mean. you're walking outside and you see a little ant crawling on the sidewalk and you go out of your way to squish it...because "bugs are gross." if they crawl into my house i will try to gently let them back into their natural habitat. if they are hairy spiders they were stupid to expose themselves and they will be squished. if they are flies they are stupid for living. that was mean. if they are flies and they don't remove themselves from my house before i see them flying around, landing on things like my food, and rubbing/licking their poopy little hands together and spreading more germs than i feel comfortable thinking about...they will die. and their last thoughts will be "what a pretty yellow thing flying through the air towards me..." that is almost morbid. but i do respect bugs. i love nature. and one day i will know what it means to be at one with it. maybe i'll like camping when that day comes. or not. i love listening to people laugh and laughing simply because their laughs are hilarious. i love laughing. it is truly medicine to the soul. i love the nightly burps. i don't think getting ready for bed would be possible without them. the routine of laughing so hard i almost pee while getting ready for bed is quickly becoming habit. i love my pedometer. since 3 'o clock this afternoon i have walked approximately 1,363 steps. plus 1/2 to crawl to my bed. i love sleep. tomorrow is a new day... and it will be a good one:)