Because we are all human, we all endure trials. Some of the time these trials can be hills and some of the time these trials can be mountains. It is hard to overcome them but it is best to know we all experience them. Whenever you may feel confused or hurt, you can rely on the people around you to make you feel better. One trial, which can either surface devastation or a beautiful dance is death.
Life has the same chronological order for everyone. On certain days, we come into this world. We become a neonate or a newborn baby. We learn and grow mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Whenever you may feel alone or different from the rest of the world, remember everyone else has similar goals in life. Everyone wants to be successful in school or in their career and everyone wants to have peaceful relationships. Even though this may seem unrealistic, just know you can always allow people to comfort you in your time of trial. Life basically becomes a dance. Sometimes it may act as a Jazz dance and sometimes it may feel as a Hip-Hop dance. Overall, dances will have to end but it does not mean they cannot start again. In addition, it is your choice to have either a devastating dance or a beautiful dance no matter the situation.
For example, I just attended my great-grandmother's funeral. Even though death may seem as a devastating trial, I was actually quite happy for her. I have several reasons why. For one reason, she lived a beautiful life. I loved visiting her and getting to know her. In addition, everyone has to die. Even though that seems as quite a negative reason, it can actually be a very positive reason. We can all learn and accept death as an end to a dance. Even though the end sounds depressing, memories for the third example can always bring back the exquisite ballet. My happiness for her life heals my sadness for her departure.
In conclusion, you have the choice to either hate or love life. Trials can be very difficult or very easy. The people around you can help and comfort you when you need them to. Life is a dance and can be very beautiful. Everyone has to die but memories can bring them back. You can learn to love death the same way you can learn to love life.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Introduction
For those who do not know me, my name is Aubrey Jones. I am a graduate of high school and seek to find my own path of adulthood, my own way of independence and intuition. I decided to create a blog to share my learning experiences and life stories. I can share them with those I have memories of the past and those who seek to know me more. Even though I initially was against blogging myself, I realized I can update them much faster this way than explaining my life to them individually.
Born in Portland Oregon, I lived with my family of five other people--the last one came two years after me. After my loving parents, I had an older brother, an older sister, and a younger brother. We endured the typical family disputes and lived and sought harmony with each other. A family divorce caused us to move to Tooele, Utah, where I spent four years of my final childhood before teen life. I had no opinion of my family state or where I lived as I desired to live life as my peaceful, quiet self. The world did not matter if I had internal serenity as a very calm lake. I entered my pre-teen years and my mother married my step-dad who lived in Cottonwood Heights. We decided to live with him and embarked on a journey, which would change our lives entirely forever.
Cottonwood Heights is a neighborhood/city in Salt Lake City Utah. It is on the brink of several mountain ranges and very close to popular ski resorts. Although it is beautiful, I will always be an Oregon girl. I tried to snowboard once but sat on my butt the entire trip, however, at least had a snowsuit and coat in between the snow and me. The first icy winter I experienced caused me to hate snow and the year 2011 is actually the first winter where I am excited for it to come. I have lived in Utah for about a decade now. I have very fond memories of Oregon and do not mind Utah as it is easier to live here as a Latter-Day-Saint, in my opinion. I do not mean to write blogs of my religion and intend on my life stories and experiences.
I was always quiet and inattentive to my surroundings. My older siblings decided to live at my dad's house when I moved to Cottonwood Heights so I became the oldest and continued my education at Butler Middle School. I made some friends and gained many interests in music, boys, hair, and discovered my ultimate passion in my ninth grade year. I had a creative assignment in English and knew I always liked to write but learned it was something I could do twenty-four seven and never grow bored of. My mind could always invent a new character and story. Since I attended school during the day, I decided to write into the night and stayed up late, which I should not have done, actually.
Even though I loved to write, I soon became sick and desirous to miss school. This occurred often my ninth grade year and even though I acheived above average and average grades, attendance meant much to successful learning. (Who knew?) I acted as if I had common colds and wanted to sleep and miss school a couple of times per week. This was unnacceptable. I could not change my habits until I admired intelligent classmates and desired to become like them. Even though I was in this habit of staying up late and missing school, I sought to attend it more often and especially did this sophomore year in high school.
Now attending high school, I focused on relationships and grades. I was able to do this well and admired intelligent classmates in the higher classes at school. And even though I did not test well, I did my best in my classes and accomplished above average but not perfect grades. I participated in choral and ballroom dance groups junior year and loved to socialize with other people. I theorized the Golden Rule where I treated people the way I wanted to be treated and it worked more than anything. I enjoyed my religious Seminary where I could meet more people with my similar interests. In my senior year, I continued participating in select choral groups, served as a Special Needs Counselor and Young Women's President and decided to attend a concurrent enrollement Certified Nurse Assistant course up at the technical education center as half a school day. These activities kept me busy and I graduated from high school in June 2011.
After high school, my further education decision took me until the middle of October 2011. For those who know me, I am very ambitious with college choices and career aspirations. I always second guess where I am supposed to attend and what I am supposed to do. Even though many people may be confused in those options, we have a lifetime to decide. I believe in the quote where we must act as if there is no tomorrow BUT we cannot rush into crucial life changing choices. I decided to further my education at Salt Lake Community College for my General Education and transfer to an official college life at Snow College after some time.
I hoped you enjoyed learning more of my life and I anticipate writing more life experiences and stories. Let me know what you think!
Born in Portland Oregon, I lived with my family of five other people--the last one came two years after me. After my loving parents, I had an older brother, an older sister, and a younger brother. We endured the typical family disputes and lived and sought harmony with each other. A family divorce caused us to move to Tooele, Utah, where I spent four years of my final childhood before teen life. I had no opinion of my family state or where I lived as I desired to live life as my peaceful, quiet self. The world did not matter if I had internal serenity as a very calm lake. I entered my pre-teen years and my mother married my step-dad who lived in Cottonwood Heights. We decided to live with him and embarked on a journey, which would change our lives entirely forever.
Cottonwood Heights is a neighborhood/city in Salt Lake City Utah. It is on the brink of several mountain ranges and very close to popular ski resorts. Although it is beautiful, I will always be an Oregon girl. I tried to snowboard once but sat on my butt the entire trip, however, at least had a snowsuit and coat in between the snow and me. The first icy winter I experienced caused me to hate snow and the year 2011 is actually the first winter where I am excited for it to come. I have lived in Utah for about a decade now. I have very fond memories of Oregon and do not mind Utah as it is easier to live here as a Latter-Day-Saint, in my opinion. I do not mean to write blogs of my religion and intend on my life stories and experiences.
I was always quiet and inattentive to my surroundings. My older siblings decided to live at my dad's house when I moved to Cottonwood Heights so I became the oldest and continued my education at Butler Middle School. I made some friends and gained many interests in music, boys, hair, and discovered my ultimate passion in my ninth grade year. I had a creative assignment in English and knew I always liked to write but learned it was something I could do twenty-four seven and never grow bored of. My mind could always invent a new character and story. Since I attended school during the day, I decided to write into the night and stayed up late, which I should not have done, actually.
Even though I loved to write, I soon became sick and desirous to miss school. This occurred often my ninth grade year and even though I acheived above average and average grades, attendance meant much to successful learning. (Who knew?) I acted as if I had common colds and wanted to sleep and miss school a couple of times per week. This was unnacceptable. I could not change my habits until I admired intelligent classmates and desired to become like them. Even though I was in this habit of staying up late and missing school, I sought to attend it more often and especially did this sophomore year in high school.
Now attending high school, I focused on relationships and grades. I was able to do this well and admired intelligent classmates in the higher classes at school. And even though I did not test well, I did my best in my classes and accomplished above average but not perfect grades. I participated in choral and ballroom dance groups junior year and loved to socialize with other people. I theorized the Golden Rule where I treated people the way I wanted to be treated and it worked more than anything. I enjoyed my religious Seminary where I could meet more people with my similar interests. In my senior year, I continued participating in select choral groups, served as a Special Needs Counselor and Young Women's President and decided to attend a concurrent enrollement Certified Nurse Assistant course up at the technical education center as half a school day. These activities kept me busy and I graduated from high school in June 2011.
After high school, my further education decision took me until the middle of October 2011. For those who know me, I am very ambitious with college choices and career aspirations. I always second guess where I am supposed to attend and what I am supposed to do. Even though many people may be confused in those options, we have a lifetime to decide. I believe in the quote where we must act as if there is no tomorrow BUT we cannot rush into crucial life changing choices. I decided to further my education at Salt Lake Community College for my General Education and transfer to an official college life at Snow College after some time.
I hoped you enjoyed learning more of my life and I anticipate writing more life experiences and stories. Let me know what you think!
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