The Man - 1 Cyndi - 0

In an effort to stick it to the man, I have decided to sell my plasma. The man is very much so content to sit back and watch me not get a job in a city of hundreds of job seeking college students so by selling my plasma, I was going to stick it to the man. Ha. In your face man.
Donating plasma is quite a process and the first time is a three hour process. You must of your social security card, picture ID, and proof of residence that uses your full name. For some reason that plasma people did not consider my last letter, addressed to Cyndi The Hutch, and said I needed an official letter to Cynthia Maria Hutch. I can't remember the last time I got a letter sent to my apartment with my full name and I would bet that it has never happened.
I explained this problem to the not so kind worker that would later prick my finger and squeeze my blood out of it. (Sorry for those who are squirmish, it is a little bit like that seen in the Indiana Jones movie where they eat that stuff that is still moving a little bit with tentacles and puckery gross stuff) (Sorry again). The not so kind lady told me that they would let me donate this time but that I needed to bring a properly addressed envelope next time if I expected to sell my plasma again. Apparently they are worried that my plasma might have stolen an identity?
So I wrote myself a letter. Dang, what a letter. Anyone would be lucky to receive this letter so I was feeling pretty smug. Take that Man.
I addressed the letter to Cynthia Maria Hutch and dropped it down the slot for outgoing mail in my apartment complex's mailboxes.
It wasn't until I picked up today's mail and read the address on the letter for my roommate.
I did not put what apartment I am in.

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The Man - 1 Cyndi - 0
(I googled the man and this is what came up. Not a bad movie)

so much to say

I have so much to say but the words will not come out. It something personal, private and very special to me. But I do want to say this.
Everyone has an influence in the world around them. Some will influence it for good and some will not.
What side do you choose?

Wishing on a Wishing Star

When you wish upon a wishing star you are sending whispers up into the atmosphere. When you take a step out into the open, you are willing to take it all--the good, the bad and the ugly-- but even more than that you are willing to take it all--the good, the better and the best.
There a million and one reasons to not do something but there is only one reason to do and that is the answer to the question, "what would happen if. . ."
No more empty yesterdays.
No more wishful tomorrows.
No more waiting for the world to change.
Get up and go get them.

Beauty

"Life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us." - Billy Collins

Are we too busy to take a moment and take in the beauty around us?
Are we too busy to take a moment and just smile?
Are we too busy to live a life filled with wonder and curiosity, or are we far too focused on the prize to live a life worth living?

The News

I live in a bubble. It is called Rexburg, Idaho. Home of a four year population rotation, the dunes, and a whole bunch of other stuff you actually have to drive out of Rexburg to get to.
In an effort to thin this bubble and make my induction back into normal society (Utah?) less painful, I decided I would read some current events. At wikipedia.org (reliable right?) I read their current event column.

How depressing.

My Diane Swayer Interview

I was having an unusually pensive moment. Starting with my life now I went back in time with important moments as the stepping stones. As I was reviewing what I've done to be who I am today, the monologue in my head transformed into a dialogue between Diane Swayer and myself. Her questions were penetrating leaving me, at times, to have to take a personal moment and stop the tears. Diane asked about all of the hard stuff that make you stronger, like she had lived each step with me.

This is what I came up with. Life. It is a funny thing. The moments that make you cry are the ones you remember most. Be they tears of joy or tears of sadness, you learn. You grow. You become. I want to become love. I want to laugh so hard I cry. I want to welcome everyone with open arms and make them feel what I am so lucky to feel.

Life should be an improvised comedy, not a scripted drama.

Do To Say You Did

A little over a year ago it was one of those nights where my mind was traveling faster then the rest of me could keep up. I could not sleep. At about two in the morning, in the dark of my parent's kitchen (it was dark because I didn't want to wake up anyone) I pulled out a blank sheet of paper. With a marker I wrote Life Goals with my own person flair.

Then I started to write. Some goals are typical, like go to the Louvre. Some goals are practical like never grow up. Some are fanciful like to stomp in a wine press. But so it has been for the past year as the thoughts come I write them down. Writing is the first step to action.
As time has gone by, my known world has expanded and sadly my little sheet of paper has not. So I started another one.









As I've looked over these sheets and added to them, I can't help but notice that this is a reflection of who I am. It shows what I have done and all that I hope to do.
I do things to say that I have done them.
For example, I wanted to camp out for concert tickets. David Archuleta is coming to BYU-I so I figured that this would be a great chance. At the 3:30 clang of my alarm i was up and trekking across campus with my friend Jessica. Shortly after four we were in line for tickets that wouldn't even start to sell until 8:15.









Living a life of doing things for the sake of doing them has it's price. Like losing sleep which I payed for the next day. But they have their rewards. Like the friendship with the mom and grandma from Shelly, Idaho that was with my in line. Or fourth row tickets.









I wonder. What do you do just to say that you did?