Yesterday was one of those days where I saw what I was really made of, my true colors, and they were shades of yellow. A little blue too. I couldn't shake it. I was unhappy all day, no matter where I went, home, Kyrie's, Break the Fast, so I ran away. I got into my car and just started driving up University Avenue with no destination in mind. As I kept driving I started to head up the canyon. I saw a sign, took the next right and headed up to Squaw Peak. It was beautiful and more than that, it was calming. I sat at the overlook and stared out across the valley and felt like I had left everything down there.
I wasn't exactly happy or completely at peaceof any of that a lt of people say in testimony meeting, but I was content which was the most I could ask for.
I eventually got up from where I sat on the ground at the overlook and then walked up the narrow path for aobut ten minutes or so until I got to a big rock that was flattish and just on the ground, waiting for me to sit on it and lean against the other rocks. I just sat there in the sun, feeling it hit me like something tangible.
I did a lot of thinking. I thouhgt about the kind of person I am becoming and the kind of person that I used to be. I thouhgt about the advice Kyrie was going to give me. I thought about school, church, work, and home.
I thought about one of my friends who over the summer took me up to his thinking rock. And I cried. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was alone and it was a relief; I could cry.
I wasn't exactly happy or completely at peaceof any of that a lt of people say in testimony meeting, but I was content which was the most I could ask for. 
I eventually got up from where I sat on the ground at the overlook and then walked up the narrow path for aobut ten minutes or so until I got to a big rock that was flattish and just on the ground, waiting for me to sit on it and lean against the other rocks. I just sat there in the sun, feeling it hit me like something tangible.
I did a lot of thinking. I thouhgt about the kind of person I am becoming and the kind of person that I used to be. I thouhgt about the advice Kyrie was going to give me. I thought about school, church, work, and home.
I thought about one of my friends who over the summer took me up to his thinking rock. And I cried. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was alone and it was a relief; I could cry.
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