Finding Hope: My Story

You guys...I am realizing a secret dream that is welling up deep inside me.  I don't know when it began to develop, but it is seriously taking over my thoughts sometimes. If I tell you this secret dream, you have to SWEAR you won't laugh. Okay, here goes. I secretly want to be a wedding planner. I know, I know, how realistic is this plan in the land of the Mormons?  Who knows.  But I do know that I want to be able to meet with a Bride and Groom and get to know their personalities and then plan a wedding that fits THEM.  I have watched so many people that I know go through the stress of planning a wedding and I just thing...well, dur, if there were a Mormon Wedding Planner such as moi, there would be a lot less stress for these brides. But I don't know how to do this. So...if you have any ideas, let me know.

Guys, I know.  This is probably going to be a crazy pants post.  The title itself should have clued you in to that one.  If you don't want to read the crazy, go youtube a video of puppies or something. Sometimes, I think God blesses me with illnesses.  Is that weird? I am such a gogogogogogogogogo kind of person.  I rarely if ever take time for myself, rarely relax, rarely even think about doing things for me. But then I get sick.  Whether it is my "blessed" gastroparesis acting up, or it is a cold or the stomach flu, or a sprained ankle, or WHATEVER, my body forces me to slow down.  To take time for me.  To realize that I deserve a break too. Today has been like that.  I was going and going and going, and then I was lying in my bed, reading, and I woke up three hours later.  Guys, I swear I didn't have a cold when I fell asleep.  But now I am all stuffy and sleepy and my throat is scratchy and all the nasty things that come...