99.9% I try to be positive on this blog. I try to be inspirational and real and even slightly humorous (which I'm sure only I find funny). Today was the pits. The armpits, the sandpits, the peach-pits, the stinky pits where everything in the world went wrong. I was supposed to start my "diet" today. I basically have gained some pounds since moving to the state-full-of-good-food aka UTAH and I was fed up (was being the appropriate word for the day, take note) with how I looked so I was determined to change it. I arrive at work and I can already tell it's going to be a long day. I do my job, survive the 8 hours with a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup during the last hour (some diet, right?...hahahah) and end my day with the inclination that tomorrow would be better. As I was walking out this sweet girl asked for a ride up to a bus stop on State Street. I said sure and we were on our merry way. After I dropped her off, I was on the side of the street where I needed to merge over 3 lanes, get into the middle lane, and turn into some parking lot so I could turn around and head back the way to Provo. I merge the two lanes perfectly fine, looking both times before I merged. I go to merge into the 3rd lane, look to make sure I was good, and attempted the merge. BAM/CRASH/WHAM/SPLAT/any-other-word-that-makes-an-awful-ruin-your-day-sound. There had been someone in my blind spot that I didn't see and I had just hit the passenger side of their car and dented it. You've got to be kidding me, right? I was doing service, I had an awful day at work, and then I freaking hit a car in my car. I was mortified and being the hysterical female that I am started sobbing as I was talking to the lady (who didn't speak much English) whose car I had hit. Long story short: police officer came, was really nice to me, and he got all the information needed for both of our insurance companies. I was crying the entire time. Sometimes being a girl when I start crying I can't seem to stop. The damage to my car: front headlight busted completely and scratches and other-cars-paint on my driver side front part of my car. That doesn't sound like I made any sense, oh well. I come home, call my insurance and make my claim, and decide that today was awful. I told my old roommate last night that I would make her and her new husband dinner and bring it to them tomorrow night. I wasn't going to let some stupid car accident ruin my good word to her, so my new roommate took me to the store to get my needed supplies. I wasn't feeling like driving again, yet. I came back, made the dinner so I could reheat it tomorrow, made cookies, and ate two pieces of leftover pizza. I took a bath which I rightly deserved and now I think I'll climb into bed and pretend today didn't happen.
Well Folks, it's been exactly 102 days since my car left home and headed out west. Each day that I'm away from home I discover more about myself, my relationships, and my Heavenly Father. It's hard to place a time or a date to your life changing especially when it happens over a period of time and through many hard lessons. Now more than ever I realize the importance of relying on my Heavenly Father in all times, in all things, and in all places. I have such a testimony of the love my Savior gives me. He is my constant companion and he is my everything. At times things can get dark and things can get lonely. During these moments of trial we too often forget our divine worth. We were all sent here with a unique and special plan. We were destined for greatness and we were destined to allow ourselves to achieve that divine potential. I have learned to never give up on my Savior, because when I don't give up on him I don't give up on myself. These past 102 days have...
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