My Top Five Signs/Reasons that it's time to grow up:
(Top Five idea stolen from the lovely Saya)
Yes, I believe in signs. Get over it.
Sign/Reason #1: My phone. I killed him. This seems like a stupid thing to put on a list of reasons to grow up, but it really fits on here for me. I've had the same phone for always. His name is Hubert. He's survived two years of Sara and three years (gasp!) of me. No other phone could have done as much. The phone has come to represent my reluctance toward change. I hate change. I know it can be good, but it just kills me. When I have a good thing going, I hate messing it up. But now, with a new phone (that may or may not look exactly like Hubert, anyway) and a fresh outlook, I'm ready to leave. To change. To move on.
Sign/Reason #2: I now sport a much, much shorter and infinitely easier-to-do haircut. It's another thing to do with change. As much as I hate having long hair, the idea of cutting it all off still kind of scares me. But I did it! I survived. And now I am going to be able to spend loads less money on shampoo, and way less time actually doing my hair. This will keep on the better side of my roommates, I think.
Sign/Reason #3: The list of my future roommates arrived this week. I am excited (and terrified) to meet them. There are seven other girls that will be living in my apartment. Seem like a lot? Yeah. But don't worry, there's a bigger chance of finding one I actually like with so many. I have all of their email addresses. I haven't used any of them yet. Would that be weird? Emailing them all out of the blue? They were all smart and have professional sounding email addresses for college. I was not so smart. Wonder what they think of me based on that? Not worth worrying about, I guess. But I am curious. :-)
Sign/Reason #4: Through various forms of good fortune (but mostly my wonderful sister), I now own a large (green!) mixing bowl, a bunch of (green!) plastic dishes, an air-pop-popcorn machine (yay!), a toaster oven, and a super shnazzy crockpot. These things, coupled with the fridge and microwave in my apartment/dorm-hybrid, will make it so I can feed myself! Hooray! Well, partially feed myself. Technically I have a meal plan. That should feed me most of the time. I hope.
Sign/Reason #5: Today (in the middle of writing this, actually), the two most influential women in my life outside of my family stopped by. They brought a gift! A beautiful framed picture of the Logan temple that says "As long as you can see the temple, you are never lost". Along with the amazing picture, they each gave a letter. Oh, boy. If they think I'm ready, then I must be ready. Their faith in me really does make all of the difference. They support my decision, and they've told me that they know I can succeed. If for no other reason, their love and support could motivate me to grow up and accomplish something. Through these wonderful ladies today, the Lord answered my prayer. I've been struggling to know if Utah State really is the right place for me. They carried the answer in the form of a picture. As they gave it to me they said "This is your new temple." I'm going to know that temple well. The Lord's looking out for me. I can do this.
Not only am I ready for this next step in my life, but I'm excited. And terrified. And anxious. And ecstatic. And petrified. But ready.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Are you positive that molehill's not a mountain? It looks pretty big to me...
It should not come as a surprise to anyone in the continental United States, Canada, New Zealand, or Argentina when I say that I am a dramatic person. I overreact to things. It's a problem that I have. That being said, these have been some pretty big weeks in the life. Seriously. The beginning of the end. Or is it the end of the beginning? I never can tell which...
May 25 was graduation. Yippee. It doesn't feel real to me yet. Not at all. It felt like I was playing dress-up all day. But it was real. It happened. I'm done. That seemingly-huge chapter of my life? Yeah, it's over. What now? What do I do?
Somewhere during that week I had a birthday. A pretty big one. Remember when 18 was so old? When my friends started turning 18 in September, I was pretty freaked out. Now it's me. Scary. I've found that when it comes to my birthday, I have to not think about it as a special day. I was talking to my sister about this last week (on her birthday). We're both the same when it comes to birthdays. If we expect anything special from it, anything at all, we end up getting cranky and upset. This is why I don't understand how some people think that being selfish is what's going to make them happy. It's just miserable! Granted, I can be super selfish. But whenever I am, I just feel crappy. What's the point?
I apologize for rambling. I'm just freaking out that now I'm a "big girl". At least, that's what they say. I'm not so sure I believe that yet... One of my favorite people in the world has a blog titled "Looking for my big girl pants". She is in her thirties and a mother of five. This makes me a lot less worried, actually. If she still hasn't found her big girl pants yet, and she gets to be that amazing, then I have a chance at being okay, too.
May 25 was graduation. Yippee. It doesn't feel real to me yet. Not at all. It felt like I was playing dress-up all day. But it was real. It happened. I'm done. That seemingly-huge chapter of my life? Yeah, it's over. What now? What do I do?
Somewhere during that week I had a birthday. A pretty big one. Remember when 18 was so old? When my friends started turning 18 in September, I was pretty freaked out. Now it's me. Scary. I've found that when it comes to my birthday, I have to not think about it as a special day. I was talking to my sister about this last week (on her birthday). We're both the same when it comes to birthdays. If we expect anything special from it, anything at all, we end up getting cranky and upset. This is why I don't understand how some people think that being selfish is what's going to make them happy. It's just miserable! Granted, I can be super selfish. But whenever I am, I just feel crappy. What's the point?
I apologize for rambling. I'm just freaking out that now I'm a "big girl". At least, that's what they say. I'm not so sure I believe that yet... One of my favorite people in the world has a blog titled "Looking for my big girl pants". She is in her thirties and a mother of five. This makes me a lot less worried, actually. If she still hasn't found her big girl pants yet, and she gets to be that amazing, then I have a chance at being okay, too.
I'm not the prettiest, or the smartest, the most talented, or the funniest. Goodness knows I'm not the kindest. But I am me. And you know what? I am perfectly okay with that. So, World? I'm coming now. You might want to get ready.
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