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Remember that in-between time where I quit my job and moved and was searching for a job, but didn't have much else to do? I felt like a super underachiever and a counterproductive member of society. I made dinners and kept a clean home and that seemed like nothing in the course of nothingness. However, I just made a mini-pasta meal and put some porkchops in the crockpot and I feel very deserving of an afternoon nap. It truly is all about perspective. What wasn't an accomplishment now seems like a major feat & the reverse happens as well. Maybe we shouldn't judge ourselves or others and just do what we can when we can. Why can't we just be happy about that?

Hats off to fabulous Sunday naps. It's the last week of the first trimester, friends. I am so excited to take a giant leap onto a new platform.

Today, Mr Smith said I was doing the grass is always greener thing. I think of the DC memories, and yes, even the Provo memories and I miss something. Not that I think "oh I want to go back" but there is just something joyful about those times (and not just Cafe Rio). I don't know where we'll end up in the long run, but I know I just have to love life in the present. I have to make the most of what I have right now and not cry over things that may get lost along the way, at least not cry for long. We always want everything from our dreams, but in reality, if we're always wanting, we'll never have anything. The best opportunities for us will come, we just have to trust that working hard & being obedient pays off. 


I feel like I'm surrounded by amazingly strong women. I hope the Lord isn't blessing me to have all these great memories to look back on when I get slammed up against the wall of life, but I'll enjoy my manageable stresses and I'll admire those who face trials headstrong and faithful. How we react to difficult experiences is what makes our character. And those experiences come only to make us stronger and closer to our Savior. I know this and I know I am too weak to hold my own hand.

I love the holiday season because although the hard times still come, we're surrounded by reminders of hope and love. Tis the season y'all. I love a time of celebration.

May we always find reasons to celebrate!



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