Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Little Perspective Please


So we know that every individual has the power to make choices in their life as to how they are going to act. I believe the scriptures say that God gave unto man to be an agent unto himself.

I found a quote from Bruce R McConkie stating, "Agents represent their principle. They have no power of their own. They act in someone else's name. They do what they are told to do. They say what they are authorized to say- nothing more- nothing less."

So if we are agents unto ourselves, we hold the right to represent our own principles, act in our own name, and speak for our selves, but it is never said that agents have full control. There are a lot of choices that we make in our life, but we can't always choose the consequences.

Moving here was not a difficult decision to make. I am in a program that will take me where I want to go academically, but sometimes, things seem beyond my control. There is no guaranteed job that I will be handed at the end of this. There are however, guaranteed bills that will find their way to me. The thing that can change is perspective. This weekend, I went to New Hampshire to go camping with some people from church. I took a kayak out by myself for a while to clear my mind and when I got out to the middle of the lake and looked around me, I thought about everything I had been stressing about the last few weeks and realized, I hadn't just taken the time to breathe in a while. We may not get to choose our consequences, and sometimes, circumstances are beyond our control; but we are agents unto our ownselves always. We choose what principles we represent and what kind of person we are going to be.

And by the way, if you ever want to go camping...New Hampshire's fall is beautiful.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011



Here I am; three weeks into a new adventure, having stepped completely into the dark, and still waiting for my eyes to adjust!

Boston is a funny little city. People here are so nice- until they are in their cars; the weather has gone through every personality disorder in DSM-4 since I have been here; and anything west of Ohio is practically considered a foreign country. But I love it. I really do. From the old cemeteries to the Charles River, there is so much history here to breathe in.

My school, is beautiful. The pictures above is our theatre for school productions, not the professional company productions, but for the student shows. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is all really here around me so that I drink it in.

One of my classes explores how theatre can be used as a tool of social justice. It is fascinating and I feel myself anxiously engaged in my schooling. It is just right. This post has been very scattered, but now that the ice is broken, I am excited to share my journey with any who care to listen!