Something Positive

Earlier today a friend and I were discussing the content of our blog posts and I realized I should post something positive. The last few posts have been rather somber. Or at least less than cheerful.

Things have actually been pretty good lately, outside of dating anyway. Just a short few points on the matter- I have had the opportunity to run into a couple close friends I haven't seen in a while, and when the question inevitably comes up (not that I'm avoiding it- I obviously love the topic of dating and what I do and don't love about it) it's slightly comical because nothing. has. changed. The names are different but the situation is really the same: A few boys here and there- some I am interested in, some that are interested in me. That one that things almost happened with but it ended up not working out, which has caused a new list of self realizations and goals for next time. A few insignificant, but still worth mentioning updates on, long standing crushes in the mean time. Yep. Always the same.

In my classes we talk about data and the ability to predict the future with it. Somewhat cynically but mostly amused, based on the given data I can surmise what the coming semester will bring. Let us look forward to the same things! And so it goes. At least I always have a good story to tell!

In other news, my life has taken a turn for the awesome. A scary car wreck on Christmas Eve lead to a brand new car (as in, I am the first to drive it!) and an experience with the miraculous healing power of the priesthood. Long story short, I had whiplash that was so painful I was on the brink of tears all day every day. I received a blessing, and by the end of the next day, the pain was gone and hasn't returned since. Truth! (lds.org)

I LOVE love love my classes. Sociology is the best thing that has happened to me in terms of BYU classes, and I am also extremely pleased with my International Development minor. It is fascinating and I am always looking forward to lecture. I am glad I didn't just stick it out with one of the previous majors I tried simply because I am so legitimately pleased with this course of study. So what I'll be almost 25 when I get my undergrad- I will be as happy as can be on my way there. :)

Also, I am still so in love with our little townhouse. And my roommates are awesome- 4 rad RMs just living life.

And lastly- the last district I had was probably the most adoring I've had yet. That's not my goal for them- I of course want them to grow as missionaries and develop their testimonies as much as possible. But I do kind of love when they love me. :) This is one of the comments one of the missionaries left that made me laugh and think, "Haha yes, I love this part of my job."

"Sister De Arton is the absolute best teacher that the MTC has! She made my experience the best experience possible at the MTC. She listened to the spirit and "punched my soul" (in a good way) with the spirit. I loved having class with her every day!"

So, all in all, I have much to be grateful for. And at least my little baby missionaries always provide some sunshine. :)