Monday, October 22, 2012

Anniversary 4: Lessons learned

I love October 22. It is one of 3 days in the year that I am consciously very, very grateful. It is the day that I went on my mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. That day was the start of my true adulthood and gateway to some of the greatest joys of my life. October 22 will always be a gift. So today, like so many October 22nds before, I am filled with gratitude.


Today I have pondered the question: What did my mission teach me that I still benefit from today?

  • I have a relationship with a Heavenly Father who knows and cares about me personally
  • I have the ability to communicate with heaven through sweet and powerful feelings in my heart, and clear, but gentle thoughts to my mind
  • I developed a sense of purpose and identity the drives me to do more and become better as a friend, a daughter, a student, an employee, a sister and member of society
  •  I can have and maintain friendships that have lasted decades, and the ability to add new relationships and add depth and richness to my life
  • Family, that supports me no matter where I go in the world and knowledge that we can be together forever. I find peace knowing that our relationship will last beyond death.
  • I appreciate parents that taught me to be a contributing and possitive force in the world, to chase my dreams, to be educated, self-sufficient and respectful. 
  • The ability to love and be loved in return
  • I strive to see others as God sees them. To develop love for those who do not deserve it, by seeking to first understand them, and not to be personally understood. 
  • I have developed more patience to withstand challenges and use weakness as grounds to improve
  • I have the gift of passion that drives me to work hard, to improve current skills, to never stop learning
  •  To seek work that keeps me curious, allows me to grow and to make an impact in the world
  • Technology that makes home not so far away
  • The ability to make choices; to choose my attitude in trial, my standards when the world disagrees, to choose between standing tall or giving up
  • To do hard things 
  • To appreciate the process
  • To follow my feelings and although they may lead to an end I do not understand, trust that they will never lead me wrong
  • To find a husband as genuine, humble, loving and funny as President Thompson
  • To strive for a marriage that is truly a companionship, loving, supportive and founded on sacrifice for the other like my president and his wife.
  • For life, that has been unpredictable, challenging at times, but more fun than I ever imagined.
Until later, this is just another case of Word Vomit

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Anniversary 22 Mai

First,

Is it just me or is anyone else freaking out about the fact that http://www.ablogaboutlove.com/ is finally getting to the meeting?! Am I the only person in the world who cannot wait to log into this blog every day just to see what little gem is going to make me think, melt, or just smile? Either way.This makes me happy.

But you know what makes me even more happy?

22 Mai.... that is May 22 for those of you not-so-German people out there.

May 22 is my Frenemy. It is the day that I left Germany after 19 life-changing months there. I am just as homesick today as the day I watched Germany fade from my view. I pressed my face against the glass of that airplane and watched until I literally could see nothing but clouds below me. I never wanted to lose sight of a place that had become so precious to me. More than any sadness in that moment, however, all I felt was gratitude. Gratitude for the experiences lived, the people I met and the ways in which I changed while I called Deutschland home.

I am still so grateful. In honor of 22 Mai, here are a few gems from my time in the Vaterland.

District 19 A "Teach the a pro, speak like a Deutschmeister!"

Some building...somewhere

Patrick. The only person who got my humor over there. Loved teaching him.

So much yummy food. Here: Berliner.

Sister Poeblenz. The sweetest member I know. And my amazing Trainer, Erin Buynak

The Elbe.

My first day in Germany 17 December 2008

I rang a crazy amount of these babies.

For sure one of my top 10 happiest moments ever. JOY.

Falling in love with rain

Hamburg main station. I call it Harry Potter.

Best district ever. We served and we were happy. Together. Jon Fenton, Zach Turvey and Maggie Jensen.

Maggie Jensen and I in Hamburg

This one just makes me laugh. Gorgeous Hamburg. The Icecream was also to die for.
I am rockin out. This is how I felt about my mission.


This district changed the world. I didnt really touch Cade Liston. Relax.

Hamburg, Germany. I miss you. Thank you for everything.



So there you a have it. A tiny taste of the moments that meant the most to me. I am forever changed, and I hope that I am better because of the lessons learned as I did my best to serve and love people in Germany. Of everything I have done so far, these experiences have meant the most to me.

Life has not always turned out as I planned, but for 19 brief months, I was exactly where I felt I should be, doing exactly as God and my heart felt I should be doing.

It was not always perfect, in fact, sometimes it was downright hard, but at the end of every day, the only things I could record in my journal were the miracles and the only feelings I have left in my heart are the feelings of peace, gratitude and joy. I look back with no regrets. And I will be back.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

JP

Anyone who knows me, knows that I only have two categories of friends: acquaintances and best friends. That is it. I either know of your existence, or you are the most important person in my life. That is it.

Well, today I want to mention my best friend. In September 2007, I mentioned her under the pseudonym of Sue in a blog post entitled grown up. Revert to said post if you would like. I wonder now why I chose to conceal this individuals identity. That was very un-best friend of me. If anything, I would like to shout her praises from every clime, brag about her to every stranger, and talk about her from every pulpit. 5 years too late, it is time the world knew who this "Sue" is to me. The answer: everything.

God loves me and I feel this love through the individuals who have cushioned my life. Jessica Ruth Peterson is one such cushion. My JP came into my life sporting a rockin Ninja Turtles backpack, with an affinity for creative writing, and a shared, mildly gross obsession with Beat poets.

At one point, our bff's became our frenemies, yet the pain of that time was overwhelming diminished by the new-found soul mates we found in each other. Fast forward 5 years, 2 missions, ten 5-pound bags of cinnamon bears, one vegetarian lifestyle shift, and two USU sell outs later, and we are growing up, but never apart.

 JP and I 2008




JP just got engaged. I couldn't be happier. What a great guy. How could he not be for seeing and loving what I have seen since day one? My hat is off to him for his brilliance. So as my best friend card is again taken away, to be replaced by a wonderful and worthy opponent, just let me say a few things to you, Dan, that have come into my heart and mind over the years, about the love of our lives, JP.

JP is the kindest person I have ever met.

I have never once felt judged by her, or seen her judge another. She is without guile in every way. Even in my worst times, she never called me out, she used her discerning heart to feel that all I needed was someone to listen, to relate. It is this same goodness that will enrich your marriage to be a place of safety and trust. It is this goodness to which your children will be drawn when they make mistakes or feel that they have failed. They will feel empowered to get beyond their weaknesses and see themselves as the best versions of themselves. JP does that for me.

JP is the smartest person I know.

She always had a higher GPA than everyone. It annoyed me. Her vocabulary alone is something I strive to match even now. She is my favorite writing partner, my muse, and perhaps one of the most gifted writers I know. Come to see the beauty and depth of her metaphors and she will reveal her greatest fears, deepest hopes and most coveted dreams. She studies hard both academically and with doctrine. She appreciates that power of knowledge, learn from her, let her teach you what she knows. Fall in love with her Jeopardy-worthy head of knowledge and she will keep your curious forever. JP does that for me.

JP is brave.

She will deny this, but do not let her. It takes courage to be the baby of a big family. To trust marriage when you aren't sure how marriage is supposed to look. To pay your way through school. It takes courage not to cry. You are in an amazing position, a position that if treated with patience, empathy and encouragement, will allow you to know her on even a level that I cannot understand. Appreciate her past, recognize her fears, and please remind her of her capabilities. She used to love superman. I think they are more similar than we know. Do not let her succumb to the lies that she is anything but capable. JP does that for me.

JP is irreplaceable.

She is my best friend. She gets my soul like no other person in my life has. Not one. She has an impeccable sense of humor and has mastered tone and comedic timing. Enjoy it. JP has a fascinating and impeccable taste in music. Make her play the guitar for you...and sing. I love her voice. Its simple and pure and it makes my heart melt. She is deep yet playful always. Her ability to bounce between Jack Kerouac, Jesus the Christ, amino acids, and Fall Out Boy never cease to amaze me. She is the best conversationalist ever. Never stop talking to her, her brain is incredibly fun.

I'll stop there for now.

But you and I are lucky, Dan. We get it. JP has been a blessing, a tender mercy during the darkest moments of my life and a partner in the happiest moments as well. May your happiness be half as deep and you will never regret the choice you have made. 

Dan, JP and I 2012




Until later, this is just another case of word vomit.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

I'm lucky

This will be a shortie, but I just wanted to say that have the coolest siblings in the world. I don't spend a whole lot of time with them even though I live with my sister right now. But I can tell you that living here has been one of the best times of my life, if only for the brief moments I have had to share with my sister.

Natalie is 8 years older than me and has always been like my second mom. Since forever she has been the one person who could do n wrong. I idolize her in every way. We could not be more opposite, and yet, so close. I will never ever forget these few months, especially recently sitting with you in the kitchen and laughing until we cry. Hadley and Kohner watch us in awe as they try to understand what is so funny or why we have made obnoxious noise for 40 minutes straight.

Thank you for making me laugh and being my best friend. I love how we find the same things funny and I look forward to the hilarious projects we have started. Even if no one else gets the jokes, I know you and I will have a blast.

If you havent met my sister, she is the total package. She's hot, she's smart, she is the VERY BEST cook ever born, and my goodness is she funny. I am never so happy as when we find the world funny together.

Until next time, this is just another case of word vomit.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

And then my heart woke up...



Friends and whoever else finds themselves reading these words, here's a little moment from last week I wanted to share, it is long but worth it, I promise:



            Something amazing is happening and I could run around and dance because of it! In the past three days I have felt 3 emotions that I haven’t felt since… I don’t even remember.

I have felt

1. Like laughing. 2. Hopeful. 3. Grateful.

I literally cannot tell you the last time that I felt any of these emotions at all, let alone somewhat consistently ( as in, for 3 days) and can I tell you the absurd reason why?

A Blog.

I found a blog, read it and have been completely, 100% changed by it. I wish I could copy and past the whole beautiful blog for you and print and save every single line written therein, but I just cant.

Here is the link at least:


It is to Mara and Danny whom I owe my happiness over the past few days. Not because they themselves have changed my view, but because whatever they lived and the testimonies they have shared have brought the spirit to me in a way I needed to feel it most; To see the beauty and hope in and after moments of loss, isolation and abandonment.
Strangers, both recently divorced, Mormon. He in Boston, she in New York. They were introduced by a mutual friend and told to email eachother. That they did. Their emails during the 3 weeks before they met for real are what make up a good portion of the blog. They never talked on the phone or texted, they just wrote, exposed their souls in a beautiful and powerful way. In this way, they fell in love. Their souls recognized each other in a deep, non-physical, purely spirutual and . intellectual way… they have what I believe I have been hoping exits somewhere for me too. To be so in love with someone’s brain and spirit…knowing them perfectly without even knowing how it sounds when they laugh or how their hand feels in yours and still being completely fulfilled.
            They met on a corner in NYC, already sure of their love. They have been married 2 years. I love this blog. Not just because it is the most romantic thing I have seen, and a Mormon you’ve got mail…. But because of the depth of their exchanges, their honesty, their intellectual connections, their humor, and most of all their discussions on things of the spirit and its workings in their lives to help them face loss, inadequacy and seek happiness in all circumstances.

            I don’t know what has happened to me, but instead of feeling sorry for myself and my crappy relationship track record, I feel that maybe, just maybe there is someone else out in the world for me with whom I too can really fall in love with…in love with their brain and their soul, body being a perk, through which I can love them more, not most. I have to believe that that kind of connection exits in the world, and now I am only wondering what I can do to be sure that I am as awesome as Mara, a catch for when a brain/soul I could love comes by. That I will recognize him, and he me. 

            For the past few days I have had moments where I feel that it is ok that I have walked away from some really wonderful guys. I hate that selfish side of me and I have felt huge amounts of guilt for how my relationship track record has turned out and then I find people like Danny and Mara, who were pretty happy for many years with people they loved…but with whom a part of their souls did not resonate. And with each other, the deepest parts of their souls, who they really are on the deepest level was realized, recognized and reflected in the other person. Every day they get to keep feeling what I have felt the past 3 days,  laughter, hope, gratitude. Together.

And my understanding of the power of words has been enlightened. The silly things I share on my blog have the potential, without me planning on it, to make or break someone’s spirit. My words could be and should have always been a tool for good, not a platform to spread negativity and animosity. I want to be more like Mara and use my experience to bless someone else’s life because I choose a good attitude and sent those vibes out into the world.

Words are the means through which Danny and Mara fell in love, setting a chain reaction of more words that inspired the blog, which I was led to read, which have awakened parts of my heart that I have not felt in a very, very long time. How thankful I am to have words and a venue through which to share them. I hope that my words will be used more for good than anything else, though that has not been my focus for a very long time.

Let me share a few of my favorite snippets from Danny and Mara that I chose to hang on to:

Danny to Mara:

I admire your ability to see love songs and see them in the light of your future and not in the disappointments or sorrows of your past

( I have a major issue with music and feelings of lost or that certain artists are ruined for me because of painful memories. What a sad attitude to have given up James Taylor… He is not lost unless let him fill me with sorrow. The smiling faces of my future should own that song, not those of my past.)

Danny sharing his thoughts on Peace. I think I may need to copy and paste that whole post it was just that good and it changed my perspective on peace and how it works. Much like the Bednar enabling power of the atonement talk…changed my vision.

“To the point that we willfully abandon those negative emotions as we approach God, He cannot possibly withhold peace from us...primarily because He never was withholding it in the first place.  We just couldn't notice it, we weren't in tune with God”

“God doesn't take away our fears and doubts and anger, we must choose to give them up.   And in the process we make room for the peace we were after all along...the Peace that was already there.  “

“Peace is as close as we're ready for it to be.”

Boom! I love a good shout out to agency. This is why I dig LDS doctrine so much…it totally gets agency. Choice. Every second, every decision, every day. WE are the main deciding factor in our happiness, our success, our dreams. That understanding, mixed with a heaping of the spirit = life in its fullest. 

I have GOT to remember that.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

...

Here is what I think about at 3 A.M.



I’m being replaced. This is not new, I’ve been here so many times it looks familiar. I know what I am supposed to do, to say, what not to say, I even know how much it is supposed to hurt. But what I always seem to forget, is how long it will hurt. Just a few more treasures to add to my ‘love more than anything but can barely stand to face on a good day’ list. Its James Taylor and IKEA all over again.

I was far, far away last time I got replaced and I remember thinking what a blessing that was. To be so far away, you can’t see what is happening, and you are far enough from the epicenter that the ripples have lost their impact once they hit you. That is how I survived. It was not until I was close again that I realized the repercussions don’t fade, they are just delayed, but you will feel every single one of them just the same. 2 years later and 5 times longer.

Maybe this time will be better. The south might protect me from the consequences of my choices, at least for a little while. But inevitably, my impeccable retention of all details will follow me wherever I go. I will still have a hard time with left hands, the smell of cherry chapstick, and Schnitzel. I don’t think time heals all wounds, we just relive them long enough that they become a part of our landscape, our identity.

And I don’t hate theses experiences, if they mean I am alive, that I have loved enough to feel the difference when things change. And to taste, perhaps for the first time in my life, deepest loneliness, though I am surrounded by people who care. I have a greater sense of empathy for those hearts that are hurting though their other dreams are still being realized.

This is just a little of what keeps me up at night.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Ode to Troy James Thorpe

My lack of desire to do homework has resulted in an increased desire to blog. I figure both stimulate my brain, but one is fun, the other sucks at life. Word Vomit of the day sounds a little something like this...

Since before I can remember, I have had a sidekick. Our mother's sat by eachother in church while we were still forming and it is there that I believe we had our first conversations. Troy being 8 months my senior, told me what to expect, how to make the most of my limited legroom, the best best times to kick. I am sure he was my first exposure to comedy, making me laugh no matter what. And I bet it was him who talked me in to coming 8 weeks early so he would'nt be alone too long.

And then we were 3, and we sat by eachother on small rectangles of carpet at preschool. He hat fat cheeks and duck soft hair. I had short legs and big hair bows. Kindergarten came and we went to orientation together. He got white milk, I got chocolate. We ate a cookie in the cafeteria. He walked me to school every day for the next 12 years. Sometimes we double rode my bike, he sitting on the seat, spread eagle, me peddling.

Once we were old enough to cross the street alone, we played every day. 801-943-4755 was the first phone number I knew by heart.

When we were eight we learned to kiss. Our one and only french kiss made us recoil in total horror. We laughed so hard at how gross that was and wondered why adults even did that. His older brother tattled on us, we denied it the rest of our adolescent lives.

When we turned ten we had the best teacher of our life, Ms. Absey. She was his first love and the only person I knew who called a ziploc a baggie (Bay-gee). We got scolded every single day that year for talking. When we asked her why she didn't just seperate us, she replied, " I can't seperate that good of friends."

We became Jazz fans that year and decided we would train the rest of our lives to play for them, so every day after school we would shoot hoops on Nelson's driveway, dreaming of the day that Karl Malone himself would show up and offer us spots on the team.

I was always the only girl at all of Troy's birthday parties and he the only boy at mine, a fact I never even noticed.

Our favorite games to play were 3 ninjas, monkey orphans or runaway's from mean parents. We liked Oregon trail and the Goosebumps series.

When we were about 11, someone was talking to my mom about Troy and I and she called him my bodyguard. From then on he took that role seriously. He kicked a boy for playing footsie with me when I didn't like it and he has watched out for me diligently everyday since.

We stated a candy club in fifth grade where we took turns bringing treats for the walk home. A new girl moved in and we invited her to join us. Somehow, we convinced her that every day was her turn to bring the treats. That was the first of many shady business ventures.

When we were 13 Troy got an epic sunburn. He played Nintendo while I peeled his back in record sheets.

We learned to snowboard and swear like sailors all in the same winter. I could hear him a hundred yard below me trapped in powder cussing up a storm. By the time I reached him we were both swearing, tears streaming down our faces in frustration. We looked at eachother and our pathetic state and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

In school, we ran for office like we actually had a chance. We lost a half dozen times between us, and got lucky a time or two. It was between those moments of sweet victory and most bitter defeat that our life mantra was born. "We go in together, we go out together."

When Troy learned to drive, we drove around with the windows down singing songs at the top of our lungs, freedom in its finest sense.

Our drives to and from school were and are some of my favorite memories. We loved to soar off the Brighton Bump, and he would let me control the gear shift or stear the car while he controlled the gas. We had no concept of legality or even death. Sometimes we would sing loud or just talk, and no matter what, we would laugh.

In school, neither of us ever had money for lunch. He claimed his parents starved him and I saved my lunch money to spend at the movies or at Laser Quest. Instead, we developed an impressive system of mooching peoples left over or unfinished food. We particularly loved the salad bar because you could get a ton of food. Whatever people game him, he shared with me, and I with him. We were disgusting, but we supported eachother.

One time we watched a marathon of Arthur on PBS and ate a whole box of Fruiti Pebbles unopened to empty. No one else would do that with me.

When Troy got his first kiss, my other friends and I attempted a stealth drive-by to watch the event. We even ducked as we drove by....as if they wouldn't recognize our car.

Whenever I needed a date or had just broken up with my most recent boyfriend, Troy would always come with me wherever I needed to go. He was my favorite no-stress date, thus dubbing himself "Fallback Troy."

I wrote him twice on his mission, he wrote me the same. We knew it didnt matter if we didnt speak for ten years, we would pick right where we left off, mid-sentence like nothing had even happened.

Somewhere in our twenties we made a pact to marry eachother if we hit 27 and are still single. I turn 25 in a few weeks, and he 26...so we changed the age to 30.

No one makes me laugh as hard. No one thinks I am as funny. I love how Troy never misses a beat in our conversations, hit wit is dead on, our comedy seamless. I love that he is a little bit rebellious, but likes Jesus just as much as I do. I love that we never have to try to be somthing we are not, we never have to explain. He is one of the smartest people I know, and obnoxiously hard working.


In Junior high Troy landed on his head doing his paper route. While he was in the hospital, none of us knew what was going to happen. One girl sat at the lunch table sobbing. I couldn't understand her feelings and wanted to shake her and ask, "Why are you crying so hard? If he dies, you do not lose what I lose. He isn't your troy, but he is mine."

Lucky for me, he lived and the only thing he lost was his sense of smell, which I forget until I ask him to smell something like good cologne or a cool scratch n sniff sticker I have found.

Every year on September 9 I wish Troy a happy birthday in my journal. I have done that since I was 8.


I forget that not everyone has a Troy and I feel bad for them. I often ask myself how I got so lucky, why God loved me enough to not make me go through life alone.

So while you are off having adventures in Korea Troy James, know that I miss you. I can't wait for August and thank you for being my life-long other half and best friend.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Lessons on love Part 2

This week the room of requirement that is love, has taken on many forms for me. Let me tell you what love has looked like as of late:

For those of you who don't know, I had a great opportunity to attended a job fair in Phoenix last week called The Placement Exchange. This organization makes it possible for higher education professionals (particularly those with a background in housing and residence life) to interview with many universities all in one weekend. So I spent my 3 days interviewing with many schools. In the past month and coming month I will have interviewed over 16 times. I am trying to snag a place in graduate school, as well as employment so needless to say I am mentally exhausted.

Above all else, however, I feel blessed. I feel blessed to have found a dream worth chasing, a career that lets me feel passion and curiosity everyday. I feel blessed to have schools that are willing to even give me a chance and to see that every tour I gave, every roommate conflict I mediated, every conference that I lived for, can in reality, be of use to help me fulfill my dream of getting a Master's degree.

Through all of this, I have learned another important lesson in love:

Love takes the form of whatever we most need. For me, nothing says "I love you" like:


http://www.dot.ca.gov/hq/asc/images/itinerary2.jpg


Travel Itinerary.

So thank you Daddy, for having no idea why I would want to go to grad school in no where Mississippi, and without even questioning, sacrificing your hard earned Sky Miles so I can get one step closer to reaching my goals. Thank you for always making it possible for me to be whoever I want to be and never thinking my dreams are dumb. I have a feeling you would fly me anywhere if it meant I'd be doing what makes me happy.

Sometimes love looks like Skymiles.


Nothing says "I love you" like:

http://mothering-matters.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/laundry-basket-web.jpg
Laundry

Today I came home about 8 PM, exhausted as I am most days, and literally concerned about the fact that I have no clean G's to wear tomorrow. Here I am praying I have some unopened pair in my drawer because I don't have time to wash anything.

And then I go in my room. Every single item of clothing in my room is washed any laying in neat piles on my bed. At my feet, a brimming basket of clean, white G's. Even my bed sheets have been washed and the bed re-made. Today love has never been so sweet as the smell of clean clothes, so thank you Mama, for answering a simple and unspoken need for help. You are always so in tune and the most thoughtful person I have ever known.

Sometimes love looks like a basked of clean G's.

For now I sleep. Until later and another case of word vomit, let me know- what has love looked like for you this week?

Friday, March 2, 2012

Insomnia... Somtimes


I have a favorite blog (besides me own, Obvi) that I like to read. I stole this "Sometimes..." Prompt from her...so thanks Sam!

see her cool life here:
http://lovesamandchas.blogspot.com/


When I can't sleep, I talk about myself, with myself, to myself, I am that fantastically egocentric. To Insomnia!

Sometimes...



I watch guilty pleasures like
"You've Got Mail" even though I have seen it enough times that I can not only tell you every single line, I can also tell you what song is next and exactly what Gap and/or Eddie Bauer outfit Meg will be wearing in the next scene...pathetic. And not stopping. EVER.

I'm glad it's cold outside because I can wear my teal long johns under my pants. Doesn't matter that no one else can see them. I know they are there, and they are AWESOME!

I wish I could just pay someone good money to dress my like my "Style I Wish I Had" board on Pinterest. Then I might finally look as adorable/ witty/ eccentric/ smart/Adorbs as I mentally feel inside my head.

I love discovering unexpected movie gems like Charles Nelson Riley's A Troll In Central Park. "Its like looking into the face of God and having him say, You are my my most wondrous creation."

See the SNL skit if you have no idea what I am referencing. (I will post the link soon)

For real though, my favorite, didn't expect that to be so awesome film award goes to....a tie between Road to El Dorado and Treasure Planet. Best under-appreciated cartoons for sure.

I feel like a 5 year-old when I order a chicken nuggets kids meal with Dr. Pepper and Honey Mustard sauce every single time I go to Wendy's. I started doing that in high school and have yet to order anything else...I can't break away from the perfect meal size, the fact that you get a frosty AND a drink, and the honey mustard is like crack...that good. I remember when it used to cost me $3 even... now its almost 4 bucks....it's not like honey mustard and fake chicken are in short supply... just sayin.

I feel like it's one of the world's great injustices when realize that I left my only partially finished V8 fusion beverage in my car. Instead I am 15 minutes into the world's worst lecture and I could be drinking the rest of my breakfast. But I can't, its 1,000 yards away, mocking me.

I write a blog post and realize that my biggest frustrations revolve around beverages and stories that happened when I was 17....

I feel inspired to be a better person when re-read my blog and realize how badly I need better material for my "Fans" to read. I also feel inspired by my boss Janzell, who suggested that I give up self-criticism for Lent. Clearly, a weakness. To help me, Janzell keeps a bell on her desk which is conveniently located next to mine. When I say something critical about myself she then proceeds to ring the bell. Either I am going to be loving myself in no time, or I am going to be salivating. Here's to you, Pavlov!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Lessons on love Part 1

I have a tendency to see the bad in the world. At least in my immediate world. When I get like this, I want to punch myself in the face and say, "Don't you see all the good going on? Do you not know how lucky you are?!" It is in these moments that I need to sit back and think of all the good things going on, the moments in life where I wasnt so frustrated and I saw with more perfect vision, and felt with a more tender heart.

Let me share a few moments in my life that have taught me powerful lessons, mostly about love.

When I think of love, here is a list of what comes to mind:
Chapstick, Paisley, Ski poles, throw-up.

I'll go in chronological order.

Ski Poles:

The first time I fell in love (that I count as real love, first true, cognitively appropriate love) I was 14 years old. I had glasses and a gap in my teeth. I had a thing for country music, trampolines and snowcones. Some people wonder what happened to their first love, if they grew up to be anything like the flawless person you saw that first day at the snow cone stand. My first love's wife reads this blog, so it is to her that I address this post. At 14, I was blessed with a great friend, my best for many years to follow. Here is one snippet of my life that taught me about love:

He is a great athlete, at the time an avid skiier. He wore a bright yellow coat that was easy to see in a blizzard. I loved that. I was a beginner snowboarder and I was not talented in any way, which meant I fell ALOT. We skiied at the Canyons or Park City that year, both of which have areas that are very flat. Not only did Mr. Yates ski at a third his normal pace, just so we could ski "together," but every single time I fell, he did not laugh or lose patience. Instead, he walked slowly back to where I had fallen, extended his ski pole and pulled me the rest of the way to a steep spot. That was a lesson in true love.

Chap Stick:

I don't have an adorable anecdote for this memory and love, however I cannot seperate the scent of Cherry Chap Stick and love in my mind. The first kiss I ever had was laced with that scent... however that was not love for me. I loved the keeper of the chapstick and the way he removed the lid and applied the balm with one hand. Try as I may, I could never do that. Sometimes I still try to, and cannot. It was nothing special, and my heart was obsessed. I love that smell still, makes me feel 17 all over again.

Throw up:

Sound sick huh? Well, it's not, in fact it is the most beautiful moment I have been blessed to witness, a turning point in my life.

I have a best, best, best friend, Whitney. My right hand and love of my life since before anyone even knew who Blake Shelton or Harry Potter were. When we were 17 Whit got a boyfriend that I was not a fan of. I was not sure if he could speak and based on his dress and taste in music, I questioned if he knew he was white at all.

And then Whit got the flu. In sickness and in health, I was doing my duty to come sit outside the bathroom and keep her company and maybe take her mind off of things. I walked in without knocking like I always do, called for Whit but no one answered. I went downstairs. There before me was my Whitta, leaning over the toilet, sick as can be. Behind her, holding back her hair, stood Jordan. In that moment somthing said to my mind and heart, this is true love, your Whitta will be fine. In that moment Jord did what I would have done, and he looked at her like I look at her. They have 7 wonderful years under the belt and 3 beautiful babies (almost). That is love.

That leads me seamlessly to my last thought,

Paisley:

Paisley Belle is one of those 3 beautiful little girls I mentioned above.
I had been in the MTC 2 weeks when Whit wrote to tell me this little baby was joining their family. I was so happy, and yet a part of me hurt to be missing the first baby of my very best friend. Several babies were born while I was in Germany and each of them were terrified of me when I got home. But not Pais. She was instantly my best friend and love of my life. I thought I could never love a soul as much as I love her mama, but my goodness I was wrong. I cannot fathom the love I will feel for my own babies, because when I think of my Pais, my goodness I would die for her a billion times over. There is a strange bond between us, I do not know why, but I am so thankful for that little girl. I wish I spent more time with her, and I cannot wait until she grows up and finds her own best friend. I look forward to telling her funny stories about her mom, and teaching her what a best friend looks like.

I had a bad day a few weeks ago. I didnt get into a graduate program that I wanted so badly. Moments after I got the news my phone rang, on the other end I heard this, " Hello?.... Hi Hayley....I love you....". It was Pais. Her brilliant and always in-tune mother knew exactly the one thing that would instantly heal my broken heart. My eyes filled with tears and do so now just writing this. Things will not always go my way, dreams may not be realized, but I will always have that angelic voice in my head and those little arms to wrap around my neck. That is love.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Somthing that never fails to make you HaPpY

Happiness is a fascinating concept to me. In the last 2 years of my life it has also been the most complicated of emotions. In my earlier years I believe I may have been the happiest person in the world...not a cloud in my robin-egg sky. And then I got old, I got frustrated and I believe I had my first few teaspoons of sorrow. Theses moments were gifts, however trying moments spent in the Gethsemane's of my life. I see and feel sadness more regularly than ever before, but I am thankful for the many, (not one or a few) things that never cease to remind of the good in even the darkest moments of life.

A few recent and not-so-recent JOYS

- Remembering the first moment I saw Simi, the missionary I trained on my mission. When God's will for you and your own agenda are on the same page, miracles happen. Simi is my miracle. My soul recognized my dear friend and my soul will never, ever forget how it felt to hold her in my arms. My angel.

- A weekend I had with the Posse of Love (see previous blogs for their story). One summer my 4 favorite boys came to town and shared their lives with me. Distance does something powerful to my heart, and embracing my long-lost boys is heavenly. I can't drive past a Jason's Deli without my heart wishing Ry would materialize out of the walls and hold me.

- Allie-Bug (she is my niece, age 2.5) running, talking, laughing, smiling, scolding, praying (in which she names every member of the family and the 3 pets and says ahmen), hugging and just being. She is a ball of stubborn, petit cuteness that I cant get enough of. I love nothing more then coming home to my girls and just hugging them, brushing teeth with them and telling them how much I love them.

- A good conversation. I have always loved a good chat, but this is the first time in my life that I have really physically craved a valuable talking partner. I love to talk to a good friend, or a stranger who captivates me because they are fascinating or faithful, perhaps they are eccentric or simply curious to know what makes my heart thrive. I love a genuinely interested person. I hope I am someone like that.

- The Aim and Ignite album by Fun. there is something about this band that just puts me in a good mood. This is my default pick-me-up album, every single time.







- Slurpees. Seriously. What would I do without them? I wouldn't, that's what.

- A full gas tank. I'm not joking. Even if I just filled my tank up 2 days ago and am frustrated at the price of gas, seeing my tank on that lovely F...man. I feel like I could go anywhere, do anything even for just that moment. Full tank = endless opportunity!

- You've Got Mail. Meg. Tom. Nora Ephron dialouge. Cardigans. Books. Fall. ARE YOU ONLINE? Best 90 minutes of my life. This time. Every Time.

I could go on and on but I need to be up in about 7 hours, and I am old, like I said. I sleep 8 hours and I don't care who knows it. Add some of your JOY to my list. I'd love it.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Somthing You Can't Seem to Get Over

Something you cant seem to get over

When I was 21, I felt a strong impression to go on a mission for the LDS church. Of all the decisions I have made in my life, that one will never be a regret. Some people must sacrifice a great deal to follow their beliefs, be that money, distance, or even their lives. At 21 I had not yet learned what it means to sacrifice.

I would come to know what sacrifice means through studying the life of Jesus Christ and his seemingly constant concern for others. I came to know that sacrifice meant giving up your self esteem because your calorie intake just skyrocketed. I met sacrifice on cobble stone streets where everything I believe was mocked, hated and laughed at. I came to see sacrifice in the hem line of the skirts my companion wore, because each skirt was lovingly paid for by hard hours in a cement factory. Every second of my mission filled me with a better understanding of what it means to think outside of yourself and I could not wait to come home and share that love and perfect vision that I had gained.

I felt that God has chosen me to be exactly where I was, each second of each day, to refine me to be the best version of myself. I could not wait to share my new wisdom with the person I loved most. Of all people, the one at home had to put up with the old selfish me the most. The one at home, deserved so much more but settled for me. He was my love at first sight, my hero and my best friend. And he loved me even though I had not yet learned what it means to sacrifice.

I loved to testify of love, of family, of the priesthood, because I felt that power from the one at home. I had seen his life change, and mine get better because of those principles. I thanked God for letting me live in northern Germany, become the best version of myself and come back home to a life I also loved.

And then it was November. I was 4 weeks into a transfer of painful silence. I had a companion who had a hard time loving me or most days even getting out of bed. Mail from home felt like the only conversation I had that whole transfer. Except for that mail.

The spirit has a way of warning us of things that could cause us harm. A part of my heart died with that letter, though I hope it never showed on my face, nor in my stride, nor my faith. There was no time to hurt when on the Lord's errand.

Love had changed, that I could accept. But my concept of myself has never been the same. The words hurt, but more than that they cut because they were true. They were all true. I was that terrible person scribbled in small, slanted print on the page. WAS.

But I had changed. But he will never know that.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Post #2: 10 things about you people don't really expect

1. My ultimate hero growing up was Karl Malone, #32 of the Utah Jazz. Best ball player ever (next to MJ). Not only did I admire him, but I thought for sure that I would either become him, or be adopted by him. Either way... Winning.

2. My parents own a preschool... but I really don't care for kids at all unless they my blood relatives or best friends children. Love of little kids is NOT genetic.

3. I got my first kiss at 18

4. I can name every country in Africa...in order. I believe there are 38.

5. My #1 goal in highschool was to manage the boys wrestling team. I got the job but chose other activities instead. I still wish I had done it.

6. I am a major fan of Jimmer Ferdette.

7. I prefer to walk on the right side of whoever I am with or I feel off balance. I dated someone who was deaf in his left ear and the habit stuck.

8. I cannot move the toes on my left foot independent of each other. They are basically paralyzed. I was born that way.

9. I can name almost any song and artist on the radio within the first 2 notes.

10. I will not support legislation that prohibits gay marriage until I can answer the question, "When did you decide you were heterosexual?"

Monday, January 16, 2012

Challenge: A post a day

A friend of mine had a 30 day challenge with prompts to post each day. I realize that the month is half over...but I want to write, therefore I do. So, consider this post one for the next little while. I wont promise to post daily, but I will get through the 30 prompts....just watch.


Post #1: Things that make you scared

Everything.

Seriously. I have an abnormal amount of fear. If you know me, you know that this statement is sad but true. For example, on the Lady Bug Drop at Lagoon... its like a ten foot ride that drops you. It is intended for small children... I gripped the security belt like death and screamed the whole way down. Meanwhile, my niece who was 3 turned to me and said, "Hayley, it isnt scary, put your hands up, like me!" She then proceeded to chatter away and giggle with her arms in the air. Eventually she saw that I had not released my death grip and said, "Ok I will just hold your hand."

There is something very wrong with that picture. I am the adult, I comfort her. So besides my pathetic fear of rides or anything that moves for that matter, I will expound on one or 2 more.

Serious relationships with the potential to end in marriage.

Stress me out. It is not so much the relationship I fear, nor someone loving me for a very long time. I fear me and MY ability to truly say I am in this, for good, for bad, for ....Eternity. I wonder if it is possible to truly grow and change and do so together. I fear losing connection, intellectual stimulation... I fear. Yet, I love to be in said relationships. I take them seriously and have had nothing but consistently wonderful, long-term relationships since I was old enough to date. Yet I am not brave. Puzzle.

Big Dogs

I am not a very big girl, therefore large animals that easily weigh double my weight and are a foot taller than me on their hind legs... Ahhhhh! Once I get to know the dog then I am fine, but that first time....so freakin scared. Ironically my favorite dog is a Chocolate Lab....can anyone say... good luck? I know. I am in for a treat. This fear is logical... as well as familial....I grew up with 3 corss-eyed cats that feared humans, therefore my contact with animals was pretty much non-existant.

At the end of the day, I am not usually someone people call brave. But I like to think I am brave in my own way. I do not take counsel from my fears.

Some people fear love. I have loved, been loved and will continue to do so, knowing very well that I might end up the bad guy, or the one crying in the bathroom because he chose her, not me. I don't regret that.

Some people fear public speaking. I love my own voice. I think my opinions are valid, educated, witty, insightful, inspiring, carefree, intentional. Worthwhile. I hope to always have a voice to speak, the passion and tools to empower others to do so as well, and an open ear to hear those wanting to do the same.

Some people fear inadequacy. To them I steal the words of someone who said it better:


"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.