Well, good news. I'm still alive. I know how to adult! like, I buy my own groceries and make my own meals. I set my own bedtime (that's usually WAYYY too late) and get myself to work on time (without Siri directing me, even.) I've successfully washed my own clothes and made my own bed and decorated my own room.
Week one in Provo was rough. Filled with anxiety and no sleep and trouble eating and it inevitably ended in Carol coming to save my sorry butt with a girls day in Provo, complete with shopping and Swig. Words cannot describe my gratitude for that woman that is my mother and best friend, so I won't even try.
I have just felt like I really needed to write something on here, but I'm not sure what. So prepare for a lot of random thoughts, okay?
My first two weeks in Provo have been a lot of things. Hard and funny and challenging and a great opportunity to grow. A chance to start over, to rekindle friendships, make new friends, and to decide exactly who I want to be. Things still aren't easy, I'd say. but I am happy. And I feel at home here, even though I still need Siri to tell me how to get to the grocery store.
God has a plan for us, ya know? and I am continually amazed at the simplicity of the gospel.... and equally amazed at how complicated us as imperfect humans can make it be. As I am typing this I am overwhelmed with the love He has for me and inevitably for you. I am amazed at how strongly he yearns for us to be happy NOW, no matter our circumstances, and how He's willing to help us in any way and with any thing. He's our biggest support and greatest help and our best guide. But how easy it is to forget that.
Have faith.
Hold on to hope.
Keep believing.
Things aren't as bad as they seem.
He has a plan for me.
and for you.
xo,
Car
