I never thought it was possible, but I may have run out of things to say for the time being.
I've got a lot on my mind, just not anything I can publish.
I'm just cold. So you guys get this today.
Okay, and maybe some thoughts on homesickness. (Okay, so I really never run out of things to say.) I don't think I've ever really been homesick. Occasionally I miss certain people (except I miss Minnie all the time), or going certain places, but I've never just ached to be back in California. Even when I went to Italy when I was 15, I only missed my mom, Dallin and Minnie a little bit. (Sorry, rest of the family. You know how I was at that age.)
But I do miss the way things were sometimes. A lot of my friends are going on missions and getting married and having babies and it's just weird. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of terrified to grow up. It's like I have this enormous canvas and some oil paints in front of me. I have a basic idea of what I want to paint, but what if I choose the wrong colors or designs or I accidentally punch a hole in it? It's daunting. I hate getting things wrong.
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But of course, being scared of the future won't make it go away. All you can do is be prepared. (And "if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear," right?)
Side note to the curious: The title of this post is part of one of the other things on my mind. Don't read too much into it.
I've got a lot on my mind, just not anything I can publish.
I'm just cold. So you guys get this today.
Okay, and maybe some thoughts on homesickness. (Okay, so I really never run out of things to say.) I don't think I've ever really been homesick. Occasionally I miss certain people (except I miss Minnie all the time), or going certain places, but I've never just ached to be back in California. Even when I went to Italy when I was 15, I only missed my mom, Dallin and Minnie a little bit. (Sorry, rest of the family. You know how I was at that age.)
But I do miss the way things were sometimes. A lot of my friends are going on missions and getting married and having babies and it's just weird. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of terrified to grow up. It's like I have this enormous canvas and some oil paints in front of me. I have a basic idea of what I want to paint, but what if I choose the wrong colors or designs or I accidentally punch a hole in it? It's daunting. I hate getting things wrong.
But of course, being scared of the future won't make it go away. All you can do is be prepared. (And "if ye are prepared, ye shall not fear," right?)
Side note to the curious: The title of this post is part of one of the other things on my mind. Don't read too much into it.
I use to fill this way too - that decisions I made at 18 or 19 were it and that if I chose wrong it would all be over. I'm going to tell you now, they end up not being as important as you think. I look back and sometimes wish that I had been a little more spontaneous and a little less freaked out. (End of Advise from an 80 Year Old).
ReplyDeleteOn a completely seperate note - I helped out in cub scouts today and spent an hour with your brother Noah and I was this close to putting him my pocket and taking him home with me.
Guess what? You're going to get some things wrong. That's life. But as long as you're holding to the rod, they won't be BIG things you get wrong, you know? And Rachel is a wise 80 year old:)
ReplyDeleteLove you!