My alarm went off this morning, and considering it's Saturday, that was not supposed to happen. I don't even know how it did, because I always have it on radio alarm and it was all the way past to the next setting where it beeps annoyingly. I wish I could blame it on my Elf on the Shelf, but I don't have one of those. Strongly considering, but I feel that moving an elf around my room would be lonely and creepy. Elf for Myself. Moving on.
When I woke up, it was 9:30 and the most ideal thing to do was get up, go get coffee, deliver Angel Tree gifts, and get started studying again. By the time I rolled out of bed and was ready to walk out the door for coffee, I realized it was 11 and I was past breakfast mode. Still, I went to the Salvation Army to drop off Christmas presents.
Something I had been wondering about for the past couple of weeks was what happens if or when one sibling gets pulled of the tree and other siblings from the same family don't. Obviously, I knew that probably wouldn't happen, but I was still curious how. When I walked in with my basket, a woman and her two girls were in the back talking with the volunteer and she was explaining to them about the families, which reminded me of my question. When they left and volunteer came to me, I asked her about it. She graciously took me into the back room of the office suite that was filled wall-to-wall with large brown boxes. She showed me that every box represented a family in need and on the box had tags showing how many people were in that family. It was so organized and a perfect system. She told me that after the last day, all the children who didn't get gifts brought in were bought gifts by the Salvation Army using the money from the kettles by bell-ringers. She said all of the ones on the tree were the only ones left, but when I saw the tree at Wal-Mart later this afternoon, there were still so many. Instead of being heartbroken, my heart had so much more rest knowing that they would have gifts on Christmas anyways because of the wonderful things that the Salvation Army does. Hopefully you want to be a part of that, too, because today I realized that even dropping a few pennies in the kettles makes a difference. 
Later on, I was browsing Pinterest like I never do, and I came across all my hopes and dreams in one pin. Not really, but kind of yes. Art Journals. I am so in love, and not like I need another journal, but I have to do this. I quickly added it to the things I will be doing (aka trying to do and actually keep up with) starting at the beginning of the year. I'm really excited about it. It will probably serve no purpose, but at least it will be a cute purposeless thing. Speaking of things to do for next year, I have compiled a list today:
1. Read more books (finish my "books to read" list)
2. Make an art journal and actually keep it up
3. Finish my current quiet time book and start a super awesome more in-depth study.
4. Eat better/exercise more blah blah blahhhh
5. Talk about my feelings more instead of just keeping them inside. We shall see. I think no.
6. Actually use my cupcake maker
This is probably the most awful blog post of all time and I really have no idea where it came from. I think my day was weird. I think it was slightly overwhelming and emotional. Maybe. Goooodnightttttttt.
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