Worry Wart

noun \ˈwər-ē-ˌwȯrt, ˈwə-rē-\
: a person who is inclined to worry unduly 

That's me.

I had a scary thought the other day...


"What would I think about if I wasn't worrying?"


Oh, my goodness, I might actually get something done.


The amazing thing is that it has actually worked.  


Imagine that!

Getting Lost

It is not uncommon that I get lost in the town where I have lived since I was 9, but this latest incidence was the most ridiculous.

I was trying to get to the immunization place, which I have been to before.  It has been several years, however, so I looked up directions online and gave myself plenty of time so I wouldn't be rushed and have to speed.  So, I make my way to 10 Stoneybrook Road.  I knew something was up when it looked nothing like I remembered it.  I called my mom who looked up the address which was 10 SUNNYbrook Road.  You can see how I made the mistake, right?  So, I guess my mom was having a backwards day just like me and told me to go south instead of north and west instead of east.  By the time I realized what was happening, turned around and got there, I was half an hour late.  They were closed.  They let me make another appointment, thankfully.  But I was little perturbed when the lady kindly suggested that I try to be on time next time.

The entire trip lasted 1 hour.  I went home, climbed in my bed and just cried.  It wasn't that I was upset at anyone, but more that I was just so tired and frustrated that I wasted 1 HOUR lost in my own hometown!  Pathetic. :)

Confession

I have a serious problem.  I cannot...for the life of me...complete the laundry process.  What usually happens is I wash it and put in the basket where the wrinkles set in.  I could leave it there anywhere between 24 hours and 2 weeks.  I still have some unfolded laundry on my chair from 2 weeks ago.  I mean, why fold it when I'm just going to UNfold it and put it right back on.  Well, I'm trying to change this about me.  I mean, for heavens sakes, I'm almost 26 and I still can't get this down.  So, today I was determined to complete the process.  I started it at 9 am this morning figuring since I had no scheduled commitment (my ideal Saturday schedule), I would have no problem completing it.  WRONG.  Here I am at 12:15 too tired to do anything but write on my blog with my basket of folded laundry next to me.  (hey, I did fold it!)  Oh, the thought of taking it upstairs and putting it away makes me want to fall over. So, I won't.  I will leave it there until who knows when.  I guess I will have to try again in two weeks.

Measures of Happiness

I have yet to share anything about my mission on this blog, and I figured it was about time.

At one of my interviews with my mission president he asked me if I was happy.  Happy?  Ha, that's a good question.  I'm pretty sure that day, since most days were pretty the same, we had contacted in the cold rain and probably got rejected a lot.  That was hard day after day.  So, I wasn't particularly happy at that moment of time.  He then went on to teach me something I have never ever forgotten.

He said, "Sister Smith, happiness cannot be measure at specific moments of time.  We have to look at happiness over a period of time.  Most of the time life is hard and a lot of work.  But! There are wonderful moments scattered here and there where we learn a valuable lesson or the Spirit gives us a boost of strength or we feel God's approval of us or when we understand why something has been so hard for us. When we do this, we will see that we are actually very happy despite the little things every day that can cause us so much frustration."

That short conversation has changed my life and helped me to see what happiness is really made of.  For me my mission, and even "normal life," is a series of hard, difficult days.  But as I look back, even though I was going through something difficult, I remember being really happy over most periods of my life.  I guess I realized what makes me truly happy is not ease, but the process of being stretched and pushed because that is the only way that I can obtain what I really want.  Ease only makes people fat and lazy, and who really wants that?

And those are my thinks on happiness.

And, I'm back

I'm a pathetic blogger, I know. I have accepted that.  With that said, I have some other things to say.

Actually, I don't have much to say, but I was tired of looking at that post from a month ago.  

I'm about to go to the gym where I will run and then go to Body Pump.  What is Body Pump you ask?  It is a one-hour weight lifting class at my gym and the only thing that will get me motivated to lift weights.  It's awesome, but my pathetic little muscles hurt for several days after.  But what's great is that I'm actually growing some muscles.  They aren't big (that would be gross anyway), but they are there (you just have to squint a  little).  

So that's what I'm doing because it is too cold outside to run.  Speaking of the cold, it is supposed to snow tomorrow!  I hope my mom doesn't have to go into work and we can stay home and my cinnamon rolls.  That is my favorite thing to do when it snows.  

In other news, my internship starts in less than 3 weeks.  Just when I thought I couldn't stand not doing anything productive day after day, I realized that the thought of waking up at 5:30 am for the next 7 months gave me this queazy feeling in my stomach.  Basically, there is nothing that will make me happy.  Ok, that's not true.  I'm actually excited (also nervous/anxious) to start.  I just can't wait until I get to put those little letters after my name- 

Krissy Smith, R.D.  

That looks nice, doesn't it?  

And with that lovely, sight I will end this post.