I've had two Diet Coke's today. I guess I should probably tell you I had my first one at 10:30 this morning. It's been quite the long Monday. I normally don't mind Monday's. I feel pretty great after Sunday and Monday is a good start to the week. Today was different. At my job we moved desks. This shouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that now I sit in the middle of the call floor and there are people surrounding me. This took me about an hour to get used to because I like my space and I can have a bit of anxiety when I feel claustrophobic. Then I acclimated and was fine with the situation. I carried on and did my usual job duties. I'm a bit of a talker. It runs in the family and honestly if I didn't talk to people at work, laugh with people at work, and joke with people at work I would NOT survive my 8 hour shift. This has never been an issue...until today. I was talking and then all the sudden I get "shh-ed" by the lady that sits behind me. I was sure she was just joking. Boy, was I wrong. I was asked to put together this plastic paper organizer thingy and I was happy to do it. My fingers slipped and I dropped the plastic parts on the ground and it was a bit noisy. The lady turns around and says very rudly, "WOW, who is being SO loud?" Since she had made a few comments to herself (that I could hear) I knew at this point she wasn't kidding. She was bluntly being rude to me. I am not used to people being rude to me. I consider myself a kind person and normally people are kind back. I was a bit upset about this situation. I almost started crying and had to walk out and hide in the bathroom until I could compose myself. My chest even broke out in hives (lovely, I know) as it tends to do when I get upset. I went back to my desk, told my supervisor the situation, and luckily it was already in some plans for her to move desks. What a blessing. So after that I was still upset, but I was moving on. Then I remembered I had brought my Ensign (church magazine, for those who don't know) to work with me this morning. I cannot tell you what a blessing it was for me to read a uplifting talk during my lunch break. I honestly had no idea why I was bringing my Ensign with me to work when I left my house this morning. There are times in my life where I know without a shadow of a doubt that my Heavenly Father loves me. It's through his tender mercies and love that I survive each day. He reminds me that even though bad things happen and people aren't always kind, that I get to decide how I react and how I handle situations. I am grateful for Him and for the love I feel in my life because of Him. I am forever blessed and forever grateful to know that my Redeemer lives and to have the sure knowledge that he loves me.
My dear sweet Utah, What an amazing three weeks you've given me. You always will be my home away from home and I will always be grateful for my summers spent with you. Utah, you teach me a lot every single time I'm with you, and this year you've given me much to be thankful for. You have taught me that family is never that far away. You have taught me that life in itself gives great challenges, but those challenges make me stronger. You have taught me that one of my most favorite things is seeing my grandparents hold hands while walking together. You have taught me that the mountains are the most beautiful place in the world. You have taught me that the stars are so much brighter when you are actually looking for them. You have taught me how much I am blessed to have such amazing friends back home. You have taught me that it's okay not to look your best every day. You have taught me that Law & Order: SVU is a slight addiction shared by my cousins and myself. You ha
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