The Coming to One's Self

     This past weekend was phenomenal..one of the best two weekends in the entire year to be exact..General Conference!!!!!!!! In seminary on Friday Sister Watson, my amazing teacher and role model, had us discuss a few tips on how to get the most out of conference. As a class we described good, better, and best situations for watching conference. The best situation came out to be actually sitting and watching, fully engaged and listening, and taking notes as you feel compelled to. Preparation for conference includes getting a good night's rest both nights, and prayerfully coming with questions about your life to be answered. I did indeed come with questions, in hopes of getting my answers. I was worried this time around because the parents are cruising the waters around Californina for a week, and I would be babysitting Wyatt, Isak, Klark, and Donovan all day Saturday. I would potentially not be able to get anything out of conference, but my earnest prayers were answered. I received answers to all my questions, and all the kids, including Donovan, were pretty well behaved. It is hard to pick a favorite message from conference, but one I especially identified with was from Robert D. Hales, "Follow your spiritual desires and come to yourself." 
     Senior year has been a long and treacherous journey. My academic load has not been so heavy, yet it has been an emotionally taxing time. My turn has come to start being self-reliant. From applying for college to making a decision on which university to attend, its been quite overwhelming. I can now say with confidence that I will be pursuing my college education at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I am leaning toward studying Dietetics, but I am open to being spiritually spontaneous. Not only has senior year been long, winding road, but high school in and of itself. Sophomore year was amazing, a year of firsts. Junior year was what I would describe as...a hangover, jetlag, or the waking up to reality from a good dream. It was hard, and as silly as it sounds, I felt like I had lost a part of myself because I dyed my hair brown. My beautiful, sun-lighted locks. However, from my choices and experiences, I have learned some life lessons. I've learned friends truly do come and go, and I've learned to let it happen. Though siblings move out and grow up, they are always there no matter what. The special thing about siblings is you've watched each other grow and mature from day one on this earth. Nothing can beat that type of bond, and I love that I have so many siblings.

     In short, what I'm trying to say is that I'm coming back to myself. I got lost a few times in high school, but I'm gaining sight of who I've wanted to become all along, as did the ugly duckling become a swan. Surgery is in TWO MONTHS!!! Braces will be off, clear, glowing complexion, fit and healthy, and my blonde hair is BACK!! :) I've been caged, and in a few months' time I will be soaring free, where no care or worry can bring me down. Needless to say, this post has been continuous and disorganized. I never was too eloquent. The important thing is my thoughts have been expressed, and my mind relieved. Come to yourself, don't let obstacles and distractions get in the way. :) ps, this pianist is a ginger. :)