I did something today that, I'm so happy, will be the last time I will ever have to do again. Change the bag. So long to the Yeti and the bag. You served me well, except for the first few frustrating weeks. Good riddance to your untimely dumping and noisy out burst.
It's been an adventure. Not the one I was hoping for but I don't think that I would've learned as much as I did if I had gone on a cruise to Alaska, or walked on the Great Wall in China, or swam with the dolphins in Key West. Although, I'm looking forward to doing all those things one day.
No, this adventure taught me many things about myself, life, blessings, love, and suffering for a good cause, and faith. I am stronger than I thought I was. I've been blessed with wonderful, supportive, and kind family and friends. On the top of that list is my husband who made me laugh when I was crying and who encouraged me to hang in there. You were right. I really was okay. And everything worked out. And my mother-in-law, we have dropped the in law. She's been a mother to me. I've so needed that too.
Here are a few things I've learned that helps get one through the very toughest of times.
- Pray out loud
- Deep breathing, at least 5 of them in a row {thanks to Kristen for teaching me that little trick}
- priesthood blessings
- finding something to be grateful for
- sudoku
- housekeepers
- writing thank you notes
- laughter really is the best medicine
Those are just a few things on a long, long list.
I'll be back next week, new and improved. And on a new adventure.
