Mission: I know it would be an amazing experience...and for a while there I thought it was my only option in life. I'm realizing more and more that a mission is not my only option. I think part of me felt like because I wasn't married, dating anyone and was not loving school that the only option I had was to go on a mission...as soon as I had the realization that I could do whatever I wanted...things got complicated and confusing...but eye opening.
College: I love my major..but that's it. What in the world am I really going to do with a Sociology degree? Seriously. I'd have to get a Masters and seeing how long its taking me to get my bachelors...I just don't see a Masters in my future. So, what do I do? Drop out of BYU? Crazy. But...it's an option.
Work: I love my job...but do I really want a career with website and mobile apps? Sitting at a computer all day?...Honestly, I like interacting with people. I already feel like my wrists aren't cut out for being on a computer all the time. For now, the job I have is a great opportunity for me to grow and learn...so I'll keep it til I really find something I love.
Wedding Planning: So I have this dream...about becoming a wedding planner. But where to begin? I've researched some schooling options for it...there is an online course that will take me under a year to finish and then I'll be a certified wedding planner....but so what? I need experience. I need to find a local internship that I can really get hands on experience with. If you know anyone in the business that would like an intern let me know! I'd do it for free.
Future: So here are my thoughts these days. Sometimes I will think about everything at once and get really depressed and overwhelmed (hence my quarter life crisis). I feel like just going to sleep and waking up 10 years later when I'm married, have kids and am living the dream. But I can't...and I wont. I need to enjoy my moments in life now. I want to do things that make me happy. Going to Europe makes me happy. Playing soccer makes me happy. Being around family and friends make me happy. I'm a simple girl. I don't need a lot. I just need to realize I do have options....and that whatever path I choose I know Heavenly Father will support me if it is right. And right now...all paths seem good...we'll see. I know that this semester off school is good for me, and it's helping me understand myself a little more.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Just writing
I want to blog...but I can't think of much to say other then this weekend was great. I had my nephew tell me he loved me while he was snuggling with me in my new bed. Was able to play 3 soccer games and thought I did pretty well. I went fishing. I went out to eat a couple times. I got to listen and watch the RS Broadcast.
Nothing too special, but I felt loved, I felt happy and I felt full...physically as well as spiritually.
I know that even though I'm going through my quarter life crisis, I'm still happy. I feel like this keychain I saw once...it said, "I'm smiling cause I have no idea whats going on." Life is good, even when its confusing. It is the small things that make life great.
I'm excited for conference next weekend. Last conference was my favorite conference ever...but I feel like I say that each time, so I bet this one will just be even more amazing then the last!
Nothing too special, but I felt loved, I felt happy and I felt full...physically as well as spiritually.
I know that even though I'm going through my quarter life crisis, I'm still happy. I feel like this keychain I saw once...it said, "I'm smiling cause I have no idea whats going on." Life is good, even when its confusing. It is the small things that make life great.
I'm excited for conference next weekend. Last conference was my favorite conference ever...but I feel like I say that each time, so I bet this one will just be even more amazing then the last!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
The Wedding Planner
I started a new blog! Go check it out...and follow me! www.stacy-theweddingplanner.blogspot.com
Monday, September 19, 2011
4 weeks
I may not know what I'm doing with my life, and that is okay. But what I do know is that my dreams are coming true...I'm going to EUROPE! Thats right. In 4 weeks I'll be off to Paris, France and then to Venice, Italy where I will get on a cruise ship for 7 days and see Naples, Rome, Florence, and ending in Barcelona, Spain.
I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited.
Like, I'm really, really excited--if you couldn't tell.
I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited.
Like, I'm really, really excited--if you couldn't tell.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Pushing Pause
My niece Sofie has people "push pause" when she is doing an activity and needs to go to the bathroom or something.
I'm pushing pause on some things in my life. I feel like I'm having a little mid-life crisis and I just need to take some things more slowly. So right now my plans for a mission are on pause. I'll let you know what I'm doing with my life when I know what I'm doing with my life.
Til then..."Push Pause"...I'll be right back.
I'm pushing pause on some things in my life. I feel like I'm having a little mid-life crisis and I just need to take some things more slowly. So right now my plans for a mission are on pause. I'll let you know what I'm doing with my life when I know what I'm doing with my life.
Til then..."Push Pause"...I'll be right back.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
Two years ago I was able to be in New York. We got to go to Ground Zero, but it was under construction. It was a neat experience being in NY on the 9/11. We had an experience with a man in the subway who had lost his father on 9/11. My brother wrote about it on his blog and I just wanted to share it with my followers:
New York was awesome, everything I expected and more. My family and I had an experience on 9/11 in a New York subway that I don't think any of us will ever forget.
We had just gotten on the subway when a doo-wop group was singing and selling a CD in our portion of the subway. They finished singing and because it was 9/11 in NYC they expressed their condolences to anyone who may had lost someone 8 years ago. They then went on to say it was their personal belief that it was our ex-president's fault and they hold him directly responsible. The last part kind of ruined what could have been a beautiful moment for me. They made their expression political when that wasn't what I wanted to be feeling that day.
After they left I heard a man a few feet away telling another person that they were "idiots". A few moments later my sister expressed her feelings of how she thought his last comment ruined the moment (and rightfully so). A man sitting next to us overheard my sister's comment and interrupted our conversation stating that the man meant well. I was taken back at first but he went on saying "I reacted the same way you did, but he meant well". He then went on to tell us that he had lost someone that day eight years ago. He told us that he went to work today but couldn't finish and asked to be excused. It was his father that he lost; he said he was done crying, but the pain was still there and seemed to surface every time 9/11 comes around.
He wasn't a man that you would notice walking down the streets of New York. He wasn't even a man I would have noticed sitting right beside me on the subway had he not said something to us. He wasn't eloquent in his speech, he wasn't well dressed, he wasn't even clean shaven. But he taught me a lesson that no well groomed, rich politician ever could. 9/11 isn't about right or wrong, it isn't about conspiracy theories, it isn't about conservatives or liberals...it is about lives lost. It is about living in a world where evil things can happen, and do. And the consequences of this evil, is pain. It's also about people, real people. People who have died, and their surviving family and kin. This man, I don't even know his name, doesn't let the politics get to him, because for him, 9/11 is about his father...a father lost.
That man I met on a New York subway will forever have changed the way I feel about 9/11. He made it real for me in a way I never felt before. I shook his hand as I exited the subway, but what I really wanted was a hug. What I think he knows better than any of us, is that he has a country standing behind him who also, in a much smaller way, feels his pain.
New York was awesome, everything I expected and more. My family and I had an experience on 9/11 in a New York subway that I don't think any of us will ever forget.
We had just gotten on the subway when a doo-wop group was singing and selling a CD in our portion of the subway. They finished singing and because it was 9/11 in NYC they expressed their condolences to anyone who may had lost someone 8 years ago. They then went on to say it was their personal belief that it was our ex-president's fault and they hold him directly responsible. The last part kind of ruined what could have been a beautiful moment for me. They made their expression political when that wasn't what I wanted to be feeling that day.
After they left I heard a man a few feet away telling another person that they were "idiots". A few moments later my sister expressed her feelings of how she thought his last comment ruined the moment (and rightfully so). A man sitting next to us overheard my sister's comment and interrupted our conversation stating that the man meant well. I was taken back at first but he went on saying "I reacted the same way you did, but he meant well". He then went on to tell us that he had lost someone that day eight years ago. He told us that he went to work today but couldn't finish and asked to be excused. It was his father that he lost; he said he was done crying, but the pain was still there and seemed to surface every time 9/11 comes around.
He wasn't a man that you would notice walking down the streets of New York. He wasn't even a man I would have noticed sitting right beside me on the subway had he not said something to us. He wasn't eloquent in his speech, he wasn't well dressed, he wasn't even clean shaven. But he taught me a lesson that no well groomed, rich politician ever could. 9/11 isn't about right or wrong, it isn't about conspiracy theories, it isn't about conservatives or liberals...it is about lives lost. It is about living in a world where evil things can happen, and do. And the consequences of this evil, is pain. It's also about people, real people. People who have died, and their surviving family and kin. This man, I don't even know his name, doesn't let the politics get to him, because for him, 9/11 is about his father...a father lost.
That man I met on a New York subway will forever have changed the way I feel about 9/11. He made it real for me in a way I never felt before. I shook his hand as I exited the subway, but what I really wanted was a hug. What I think he knows better than any of us, is that he has a country standing behind him who also, in a much smaller way, feels his pain.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Then there were 3...
The story of my Freshman Year Friends...
We were all insta-friends the first week of college! Janelle was my roommate, we lived down the hall from Hilary and Ashley (roommates) and they lived across the hall from Becca and Karissa (roommates). Together we formed an unlikely group, but one thing we all had in common was we loved to laugh and have a good time. Janelle was always put together and loved everyone. Hilary was crazy and spontaneous. Ashley was always around for a good laugh, and was a spiritual giant. Becca was musically talented, and I loved making her laugh. Karissa had an amazing voice and was always up for anything. We had some up times, and we had some down times that year. But I think that is what made us feel so close to one another.
That summer after freshman year Becca got married! We were happy, but sad to loose our friend! She lived in Canada and is now in Tenseness. We often reminisce about her, and we all miss her still!
We were down to 5.
This last November Hilary left for a mission to Argentina. I wrote a post about her leaving here.
Which left us down to 4.
But now Karissa leaves for a mission also in Argentina (not the same mission) on Wednesday! And we'll be down to 3...
It's crazy where life has in store for each of us. I am so proud of Karissa. I'm going to miss her so much. I already do. After freshman year, Karissa and I lived together our Sophomore year. I really got to know her even more! She has become one of my best friends. She is always so willing to listen, has always been herself no matter what and can pull off any outfit :) Her example of preparing and going on a mission has really been a strength to me. I'm so excited for this next adventure in her life and I know she'll be an amazing missionary!! Love you K-boss.
And to J, Bex, Ash, Hil and K-boss...you girls have played a huge part of who I am today. Thanks for all the memories, and I know we'll all be together again sometime in the future and laugh just as hard as we did on those crazy 2 am nights freshman year :)
We were all insta-friends the first week of college! Janelle was my roommate, we lived down the hall from Hilary and Ashley (roommates) and they lived across the hall from Becca and Karissa (roommates). Together we formed an unlikely group, but one thing we all had in common was we loved to laugh and have a good time. Janelle was always put together and loved everyone. Hilary was crazy and spontaneous. Ashley was always around for a good laugh, and was a spiritual giant. Becca was musically talented, and I loved making her laugh. Karissa had an amazing voice and was always up for anything. We had some up times, and we had some down times that year. But I think that is what made us feel so close to one another.
That summer after freshman year Becca got married! We were happy, but sad to loose our friend! She lived in Canada and is now in Tenseness. We often reminisce about her, and we all miss her still!
We were down to 5.
This last November Hilary left for a mission to Argentina. I wrote a post about her leaving here.
Which left us down to 4.
But now Karissa leaves for a mission also in Argentina (not the same mission) on Wednesday! And we'll be down to 3...
It's crazy where life has in store for each of us. I am so proud of Karissa. I'm going to miss her so much. I already do. After freshman year, Karissa and I lived together our Sophomore year. I really got to know her even more! She has become one of my best friends. She is always so willing to listen, has always been herself no matter what and can pull off any outfit :) Her example of preparing and going on a mission has really been a strength to me. I'm so excited for this next adventure in her life and I know she'll be an amazing missionary!! Love you K-boss.
And to J, Bex, Ash, Hil and K-boss...you girls have played a huge part of who I am today. Thanks for all the memories, and I know we'll all be together again sometime in the future and laugh just as hard as we did on those crazy 2 am nights freshman year :)
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