"All of these things shall give thee experience"

Friends,

This month has been hard.

This morning my eyes are tired from crying

my heart hurts from being broken

and I want nothing more than to fall back into bed.

But guess what?

I feel great.

Better than I've felt in a while.

I would even venture to say I feel strong.

It's been too long since I've felt that way.

Sometimes I think we forget how fragile we are.

How hard it is to "get over" things.

I don't think we love ourselves the way we should.

I know I haven't.

I'm so grateful for

My parents.

My siblings.

My friends.

My Bishop.

The gospel.

My blog world.

My dreams.

Do me a favor today. Ok? Ok. Do something just for you. Anything. Just for you.

xo

Change

(taken by yours truly)

Maybe it's the snow slowly melting from the mountains, the reappearing birds, or the buds on the tree outside of my apartment, but I feel like change is all around me...and in some respects within me.

Change is one of those things I crave. Like chocolate. Sun. Or let's be honest, a cheesy movie. But when change does come my way, as it always does, I retreat. I want to cling to what I know, because that's safe. But getting what you want isn't about being safe. It's about being brave enough to change...or to accept change.

It doesn't have to be dramatic or even final. But it does have to happen.

Some changes require a house, a bigger car, love, a dress, a backpack, understanding, Facebook status(that's me being funny), a warmer coat, flip flops, patience, acceptance.

As my life takes an uncertain turn of events I feel blessed knowing in all of this change I will be taken care of. I know that there is a greater power in charge and that because I am his daughter I will be more than ok.

xo

Thank You

"Gandhi was traveling on a slow-moving train in India when one of his sandals slipped off and tumbled down to the embankment. One of his followers started to jump down to retrieve it as the train lumbered along, but Gandhi restrained him. He quickly unfastened the other Sandal, tossing it beside the first so that whoever found it would have a pair. I want to learn to feel like that."- The Temple: Where Heaven Meets Earth, by Truman G. Madsen.

Thank you to everyone who took care of me yesterday! (even though I looked like one of these). Your soup and delightful homemade bread, cookies, texts, phone calls, advice, visits, and prayers were all very much needed. I cannot even begin to express how grateful I am for all of you. Having a cold has never been so fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

xo

P.s. Happy March!

Somtimes

A bouquet of flowers and your favorite snack on your doorstep are enough to chase away the blues. Thanks, Elf Ears!:)

Bad day? I blame the buttonhole.

Thursday was one of those days. You know the kind I'm talking about. One of those days when you want to watch reruns of the Cosby show and down a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Instead I had to go to work and then school. Boo! For my beginner sewing class we had an assignment to sew a machine buttonhole. This seems simple enough, right? Well, it was for everyone but myself.
You see it was one of those days.
I went to my machine threaded it, and sewed two pieces of a jersey knit together, fused interfacing to the back of one of them and finally sat down to sew the buttonhole. My machine insisted on a sewing a lumpy mess of thread. Again I attempted. This time I could see the beginnings of a buttonhole, until once again disaster struck and another lumpy mess appeared on my swatch of pink jersey. This went on for 5 more attempts. 5! By this time my classmates were already working on their other projects. And I'm pretty sure steam was gushing from my ears. I decided this required the help of a professional so I asked my instructor to show me exactly why my machine thought buttonhole meant loopy, lumpy mess. She came over and attempted to sew a buttonhole, and you know what? It worked! Apparently I didn't have the bottom swatch in place. But by this time my interfacing was far from usable so I needed to fuse a new piece on.... There was no interfacing in sight, however. Again my ears began to steam like a choo-choo. And by this time there was a line with girls waiting to ask the instructor questions about their projects.
There I stood thinking about the stupidity of buttonholes. And then something caught my eye there sitting in all it's beautiful splendor was a lovely four inch square of fusible interfacing. It looked like manna from the heavens themselves.I snatched it up and fused it to my jersey swatch, sat down at my machine and sewed a nearly perfect buttonhole.
I wish I could thank whoever it was that dropped that interfacing. So, I'm sending this out into the universe in hopes that it gets to you, interfacing-dropper, Thank you for making my day!