Hi, I'm Megan. I survived college, have an awesome job, and don't really know how you found my blog but I'm glad you are here. I live with chronic illnesses (yep, plural) and try to find happiness and humor through it all. Fair warning, I tell a LOT of poop stories. #noshame
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I had the great opportunity to go to Frankfurt for work and see some beautiful hidden gems in a city that is so modern. So, enjoy some gems of a beautiful little neighborhood in an old city.
Sometimes life hits you like a ton of bricks. And you have no idea how you are going to conquer what life has thrown at you or how you are going to find the strength to continue to move forward. You feel alone and afraid and lost and forgotten. You wonder why Heavenly Father has left you to feel the way that you feel and to be the way that you are. You wonder why life is as hard as it is. And then Heavenly Father sends people in to your life to help lift that ton of bricks. No joke, this past week was a week of miracles for me. Of people coming in to my life and being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on or groceries because I had run out of food, or a hug on a bad day. I have never been more aware of the fact that my Heavenly Father is aware of my most basic needs than I am now. It reminds me of these scriptures: D&C 121:7 D&C 122:9 Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I am never more of a "success" than I am with my Heavenly Father ...
Yesterday I felt fat. Fat and ugly and unwanted and unlovable. Now, I know what you are going to say...Megan, you are beautiful! Megan, don't think like that! Megan, are you pms-ing?? I don't know. I don't know anymore about any of those things. But I do know that yesterday I truly had a day where I just wanted to yell at the world until my lungs fell out for making me feel like I was fat. I KNOW that the only reason I can't find jeans that I like right now is because it is summer and they don't SELL them. I know this. But I hate it. Because I currently don't own any pants. Just shorts and skirts. I KNOW that I am a daughter of god of infinite worth. I know that He loves me more than I can ever imagine. But sometimes, I forget. I KNOW that this stupid disease sometimes makes me all bloaty and feel gross-ey, that I have NO control over what is going on inside me other than to eat right (and let's be honest, I cou...
That's right world, I got up. Big deal, maybe not to you, but I've been sick for the past four days and I really just wanted to stay in bed today. Not get up and go to class. Not go to work. Not shower. Not face the world. Not go to tap and learn a new and reallysuperfastcan'tmoveyourfeetinthatmotionatthatpace kind of dance. But I did it. I got up, and showered. Succcess
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