I think it may be a late-night thing- maybe nature's way of telling me to go to bed sooner. But it seems like it's always around this ridiculous time of night that the challenges I'm figuring out in my life can bite the hardest. Some are big- like that ever-pressing homesick thang. Gees I hate that one. Or the bitter-sweetness of knowing that soon, I will be able to send my best friend off on a mission, which is, you know, a great thing that is still a little bit scary sometimes. Some are little. Or, at least, little-er. My five midterms, two papers, and Sunday shift at the Cannon all in the next two weeks, for example. Phew.
Sometimes, I miss my Mom.
Sometimes, I miss my boyfriend.
Sometimes, I'm not sure that I'm actually pursuing the right major.
Sometimes, I just don't wanna grow up.
Sometimes, I'm a little bit selfishly sad that my best friend is getting married and won't be my roommate anymore.
Sometimes, I kick myself a little bit too hard for my shortcomings.
Sometimes, I forget how open the Savior's arms are, at any time of day.
Sometimes, I get lost while I'm driving...
Sometimes...
Sometimes, I remember the network of friends and family that my life is blessed with- and most times, when THAT happens...all the other scary things get a lot less scary, and become a lot more do-able. Sometimes, I remember that, not only am I loved, but that there are other people out there who depend on the love that I have for them to get them through the day. Believe it or not, that can be just as reassuring, or else more.
I am a firm believer that God puts people in our lives- whether as family members, because we wouldn't give them the chance otherwise- or as friends, because he knew we'd need them, perhaps throughout our entire lives or just for a brief moment. I am grateful for the people in my life and I think that you should all know how much you bless it every day. Every, every day.
I'm pretty blessed.
