So the previous week of writing for fifteen minutes a day did ok. I only had time for two days, but still, better than never. One thing I'll be grateful for once I've graduated is that I'll finally have time for creative inspiration. And by having time, I mean less stress.
People say adult life is just as stressful as college. I disagree on the point that you can leave work at work and home at home. In school the stress of homework follows you home and nags at your free time. Jobs don't do that usually. Case made.
As for my next challenge. Well, lets just say it's up to individual opinion on whether or not I throw in a freebee for myself every once in a while.
I want to be clean. I will not skip any small portion of daily personal hygiene.
Oh like you've never skipped or skimped hygiene before!
I just know that over all emotions feel better when I feel clean and pretty is all. It's not like I have issues with it anymore, long past that stage, but it's tempting when I'm depressed to go baggy and unwashed.
PS: in case anyone's notices that these aren't exactly a Sunday only post thing that's because sometimes I just run out of time. The goal is to get it in at least once a week though.
This last week kinda sucked actually. I made my sister cry, twice, and got so emotionally distraught that I skipped a class and took the afternoon off. What I really wanted to do was run away (better than self-harm but not as good as standing up and facing the issue).
Really, it was all over a stupid Fall roommate situation misunderstanding. Hopefully it'll sort itself out but for now she and I are not talking about it.
In other news, I really really really want to see Brave and the Avengers. The Avengers because they've already done such a fantastic job leading up to this movie with previous movies. And Brave because of one trailer where the big massive dad says, "Pretend I'm Merida, speak to me. *big inhale* I don't want to get married I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as I ride threw the glen firing arrows into the sunset." goofy grin plus raise eyebrows. Stikin' hilarious. :D
In other news I was majorly boy-crazy all semester up until yesterday. Now, I just don't care anymore. I'm having far too much fun being single and free right now to worry about it too much. I can climb trees, burp my a,b,cs and let my hair get as wild as I please (within hygienic reason which is easy with curly hair.) Besides, between school, work, homework, training, and exercise who has time for boys as more than friends or dear acquaintances? I enjoy these relationships much more anyway because I can actually say something intelligent when I'm not thinking, "oh my jaw, oh my pecks, oh my goodness he's such a nice gentleman what I can say to such a pillar of the male species? I am not worthy to even open my lips he's so hot!"
Enough said.
It's just so much more comfortable to think of them as friends first and I figure when the right one comes around everything will just click so fast I won't even have time to get into that worry state too much. And it better click quick otherwise our conversation can only have "uh, duh" as its most intelligent phrasing.
I'm so glad it's light and warm these days. It's put such a shine on my mood.
I love my roommates. They are so good and kind and sincere and free with compliments that we all just end up laughing every night or comforting the one who had a bad day. I just love it. No need to rush this point in life, there's too much adventure to be had first.
Like the Temple trip for example. Planned to wake up early and then found myself snoozing at 5:30 in the morning when we were supposed to be up the hill at 6. Rushed to get dress then made a mad dash up the hill. Never ran up this hill so much in my life. I cut a usual twenty minute walk down to ten minutes and made it on time. Coughing because running in the cold will do that to you, but on time. It was a great experience. I'm going to try to see when I can go once a week.
I read a passage of scripture while I was in there. 3 Nephi 9:13,
"O all ye that are spared...will ye not now return unto me, and repend of your sins, and be converted, that I may heal you?"
I have been spared so many times I've lost count. Sin of omission is really easy for me. I don't really study the scriptures and I still have doubt and I certainly have been scared due to my addiction. I don't care if it makes sense to anyone else. It spoke to me. And its the primary reason why I'm going to try to go the Temple once a week. Maybe this, more than anything before, will help to heal me from my sin.
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