Walking on Sunshine

The following post has been sitting in my drafts since July. Enjoy.

This week has been heavenly!
I finished my stay in Washington DC. While there I saw new sights, met new friends, played tourist and tour guide, learned some Hungarian folk dancing, and fell in love with the Federal District all over again.
On Wednesday, I had the blessed opportunity to sing in the Cedar Area Interfaith Alliance Choir concert. The program was entitled The Seven Miracles that Saved America and was based on the book by Chris and Ted Stewart and illustrations by SUU artist in residence, Ben Sowards. It was a lovely program held in the spacious area of Christ the King Catholic Church. The program had narrations of fictional letters based on historical facts and the miracles were the discovery of America by Christopher Columbus, Jamestown, a summer fog during the Revolutionary War, the Constitution, Abraham Lincoln and Gettysburg, the battle at Midway, and Regan's life being spared by a fraction of an inch.
Perhaps my recent stay in the nation's capital made my heart so tender as I spent Independence Day with my family in Kanarraville, Utah, population 320.
That town knows how to party and they surely appreciate, as do I, the greatness of this country and its divine origin. I got tons of candy at the parade, enjoyed the community talent show, supported the volunteer fire department, and enjoyed watching a waterfight, BBQ, four wheeling, and fireworks! Holy cabooses, were there fireworks!

Fireworks!

Hats

I like hats.

Looking at my hat collection, one would not think that I like hats because I only have a few in my collection: one snappy hounds-tooth fedora, an old olive green brimmed hat, Mickey Mouse ears, an SUU Events baseball cap from my term of employment with Athletics, and multiple winter hats.

I love films that take place in an era when wearing hats was something that everyone did. I was just in Cedar Valley Community Theatre's production of Hello, Dolly! and everyone wore a hat and it was fantastic.

My favorite hat to wear was a straw hat that I took on trek to Martin's Cove when I was 15-years-old. That hat remained with me for years until it met an unfortunate end when my dad took it river rafting with twelve-year-old Boy Scouts.

I seriously loved that hat! I took it hiking, wore it gardening and cutting the grass. It was the perfect hat to wear sunbathing. Here's a picture of me wearing that hat.

But I digress. The purpose of this post is not to talk about literal hats. No. It's to talk about all the hats I wear.

I have been very blessed to "wear" many hats.

Some of my hats have been:

Friend
Boy Scout
SUU Orientation Leader
Journalist/reporter
Newspaper editor
Photographer
Student
T-Bird
Elder
Creative director
Dancer
Actor
Singer
Music teacher
Wordsmith
Son
Grandson
Uncle
Blogger
Runner
Gardener
Therapist
Tour guide
Liaison
Cab driver
Bed and Breakfast manager
Southern Mother
Meal coordinator
Hiker
Golf cart driver

Just to name a few.

No, many of these things have not been paid positions, but I have learned and grown so much from being well-rounded and interested in a myriad of different things.

I like hats.

I like that I do a lot.

I'll wear more hats.

And it'll be okay.

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Update on #23b423: I've done a lot more things, but I have been a negligent blogger and haven't posted any updates. I'm sure I will soon.

How Lucky I Am

Well, I didn't perform as well as I would have liked this semester, but a lot has changed over the course of a few short months.
Through the changes, the ups and downs, one thing remains consistent: my awesome, wonderful, unconditionally-loving, supportive, hilarious, punny, quirky, sa-weet family. 

The whole gang at Nick and Kaylee's wedding. July 2012.