I spent the last four days up in the mountains with my favorite kind of people: film people. I attended a writer's retreat for BYU's Media Arts students—although technically referred to as a writer's conference, it was more of a conference for storytellers. Regardless of whatever process you study in filmmaking (like editing, sound, directing, screenwriting, cinematography, vfx, etc.), every single one of them is a form of storytelling.

What I think encapsulates this weekend, the program, the people, perfectly was the closing event of the retreat—a screening of the incredible film Ida, followed by a panel discussion with BYU's film faculty. I love the film program so much. I'm grateful to be a part of it every single day. Easier than trying to delineate all the reasons why that statement rings true to me would be using this screening of Ida to represent what the program is all about. More important than writing workshops or plot structure or accolades is a discussion about faith and doubt and love.

I think that that says it all.

I updated the header of this little online journal of mine to reflect the fact that I've always been 90 years old at heart and I love it. I've been so unbelievably busy lately but I have been trying to make time for the things that I love.

The end of the semester is hitting me like a brick wall. If I can make it to April 9th it's gonna be fine, but until then, I'm kind of holding on for dear life and making the title of this post my personal mantra. Here's a photograph of the sunset in February when life was simpler and more beautiful and mostly just less full of deadlines. It's gonna be fine, right?

I don't feel like capitalizing things lately because I've been reading a lot of E. E. Cummings. But also grammar. I'm so torn right now. Mostly this post is going to act as a test post because I feel like making a new blog and having a fresh start. Here's a project about feminism that I made for one of my film classes. YOLO. Love you bbs.