Finding Hope: My Story

Okay guys, it's official.  This week was probably academically one of the hardest weeks of my semester.  Oh, and I got sick.  Oh, and I had some apartmental frustrations going on which are begging for resolution but I MAY just decide to run away from them instead.  Because I am a chicken.  I don't want to face the end of the semester.  It is too hard to deal with soooo much stress... But I digress.  I made it through this week.  I did it!  I made it to the end of the week, and I didn't kill anyone or do anything even mildly illegal.  Mind you I thought about it, but I did not do it. Sigh, Friday never felt sooo good. Success

So, I went to the BYU Devotional today.  Or the devo, as the cool kids are calling it these days. And I got to sit on the floor of the MC (or Mariott Center for those of you who don't speak the "lingo"...okay, so most of this stuff I just make up, let's be honest...) because, get this, I ACTUALLY KNEW THE PERSON WHO WAS GIVING THE DEVOTIONAL.  Not like, I had heard their name before because they are a General Authority.  No, I actually know the fabulous woman who spoke today at the BYU Devotional.  Her name is Amy Jensen, and you can watch her remarks here .  When her talk is uploaded anyway. So, I went and listened to the fabulous Professor Jensen tell us all about Media and being aware of what we are letting distract and influence us.  But, to be honest, that didn't matter much to me.  I made a decision a long time ago about media, and my stance hasn't wavered. Then she started talking about her sister who battled cancer.  And I lost it. ...

Ever had one of those days when seeing a friendly face is all you need.  Where you had a weekend of feeling like you were run over with a steam roller and even though it's a Monday, you know today is going to be better because your stomach feels the teeniest bit better.  No?  Just me?  Well then...awkward BUT!  I had one of those Mondays.  I was recovering from the weekend from health...heck.  To put it quite mildly.  My body decided that starting Thursday it would wage war against me.  Did I decide to recognize this?  No.  Not until Saturday.  And even then I didn't really understand why my body craved my bed so much.  However, I didn't mind it...until 5:30 Sunday morning rolled around and I began contemplating if it would be worth having a stomach implant.  Still a though...wonder if they do that...hmmm...research time... But I digress.  Today I just knew I needed some friendly faces.  And the day star...

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, today I decided to just be lazy.  I barely got off my bed.  I reveled in the fact that I had no where to go, no reason to put on makeup, NOTHING that had to be done right this second.  I just goofed off all day, eating junk food that I will regret later and not thinking about the future. And while I may regret it later, today I lazed.  lazied.  was lazy.  Reveled in my lazy-fair of a day. Success (Until Monday when I have to face the fact that I most certainly did not do my homework.  Oh well, a girl can dream.)

Umm..I climbed a tree today.  The first tree I've ever climbed.  ever. Here's the story.  This week was madness for me.  I barely ate, barely slept, got sick, and still kept going.  Yes, my friends, it was a Divine Comedy Show Week and my life just got super craaaazy.  So there it was, Sunday afternoon, and I was itching to take a nap.  Daylight Savings Time had kicked me in the trash...I neeeeeeded more sleep but it wasn't going to happen. And then these great boys in my ward invited us to their apartment for a cereal party.  Which then turned into an afternoon frolic and meaner through the park.  And playing on the swings.  And playing tag.   But...I climbed my first tree.  And threw things at people from the heights of this grand tree.  Because I am just that mature. I survived this week.  I am going to survive another one like it next week.  And who knows, maybe then I'll climb another tree without th...

Yesterday was an oh-so-sickly day for me.  My and my stomach waged an epic war which left me laying in my bed for most of the morning and wishing I understood more about why this whole gastroparesis thing (or as I like to call it sometimes, Goob Jr., but I'll explain that more another day) is happening to me. Then i had to put on my grin and bear it face and go to a class that I knew that I just could not miss.  And then haul my sorry sickly body to my favorite place in the world, Divine Comedy rehearsal.  These people just make my life so much more awesome.  And so, I went feeling so gross but knowing that they needed me there with all the props that I had in my car. And somehow I survived. Today, I woke up.  And surprisingly felt much better.  And then I went to my all time favorite class and got to learn more about this talk right here.  And I remembered the way I felt when I first heard this talk, sitting in a lonely LDS chapel in Virginia ...