Where You Lead, I Will Follow

So I have been pondering what to type about, because it seems that lately my posts have been lacking in the, "I really care to read this" department. Here are some things that have been floating around in my head.

1. Why do people remove friends from their Facebook friends list? I think this ruins the twofold purpose of Facebook, to officially declare relationships, and to see how many people will tell you happy birthday.

2. If you are going to go running outside, please wear more than 'hot pants,' that is incredibly terrifying to the poor unsuspecting victims who are just biking home from the grocery store. I mean really, nobody wants to see that, I don't care how "ripped" or "built" you are.

3. Why do people have to make dating so ridiculously hard?

4. Lil Renny and Rory Gilmore... the same person? In many ways the answer to that question is no, but in some ways, its yes.

The thing I have settled on writing about tonight however, is my friend Deborah. I have known Deborah since I was ten years old. We've gone to birthday parties, girls camp, and youth conferences together. Her dad was my bishop ( and 7th grade health teacher...) her mom one of my young women leaders. I've house sat for them, and watched their crazy dog, whose name happened to be Linzee. We've been in YW class presidencies together, and I can't even begin to tell you the number of Otter Pops we have eaten in one sitting.
I could go on and on. One other thing about Deborah is that she is one of approximately two friends from my home ward that came to BYU. Our friendship is long lasting, we have six hour lunches together, but beyond all this in a way part of me feels a sort of motherlyish feeling towards her. This pretty much happened with any girl who was in YW when I was Laurel class president. Deborah, of course happened to be on of those girls. Now, lil Debbie is all grown up and going to have a baby.
I couldn't be happier for her, she is going to be the cutest lil mam ( i.e. mom). Part of me, however, feels very old all of a sudden. People are growing up and becoming parents. Its like the world of adulthood has officially started... for other people. I mean, I am now at the age where people younger than me are getting ready to raise their own children. Its an interesting feeling. It sort of makes me wonder what I am doing with my life.
I mean, actually I am in a really good place right now. I am so excited to get started at United Way, I am ready to rock the LSAT in June, and I feel that good things are coming, I have direction, the fog is clearing. I would, however, like to do something truly exceptional. I have actually been pondering on that for awhile now, and I guess now is a good time to tell you, that I have decided to write a book. More than just that, I have actually started writing it. I've been facing a bit of block however. So, this blog may become more write-y as I go on a quest to open myself up to the possibility that I can do a lot of things that I always wanted to do but decided I couldn't before for some reason. I hope that, in the end, I will discover something remarkable about myself.