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Thursday, April 2, 2015

to my single women friends

I have recently been accepted to a program (World Language Master's of Arts) at the U as well as a TA-ship (research TA working with a professor who does dual immersion research and second language research) that would waive tuition and give me a stipend to live off of (not big but liveable).

I have had totally mixed feelings regarding this. Although the smoothness of the process of applying and everything surrounding it parallels the smoothness of other correct decisions I have made in the past, I have still had to come to grips with the idea that I am pursuing, in what my mind, is Plan B. Part of me feels so excited that new doors are being opened and that I can see God guiding my life in new and exciting directions, while part of me feels like this blessing is not the blessing I wanted, even if it is a blessing of sorts. It's complicated.

As I've tried to make the decision about whether to accept or not, I have had swarms of doubts in my head, many influenced by past experience or upbringing and also correct doctrine interpreted wrongly. I wanted to write about a few of them, as I believe many people my age struggle with similar issues. While much of my thoughts come from countless talks in my ward or stakes on the subject (and my notes are on scrap pieces of papers in countless journals), I have gained such great insight from the talk below. All of my quotes I will be referencing are pulled from this talk.

https://www.lds.org/ensign/1989/03/to-my-single-friends?lang=eng

Who should I go to for advice? Sometimes I feel like everyone I know gives me different and conflicting advice. And I know that there are no easy answers to my solutions. 
 
"Your own inspiration and intuition, as parts of a prayerful, temple-centered, service-oriented life, are probably more helpful than the well-meaning advice, criticism, and solutions offered by some who try to help you toward your goal of temple marriage." 

 ---I am just beginning to understand the meaning of "trusting my gut" (which is really just following the Holy Ghost). As the youngest of seven awesome siblings and the by-product of amazing parents, I find a lot of value in the advice and guidance of those around me. I have made some of my best decisions because of advice from my family and friends. That said, I have learned that one of the best things I can do when faced with a decision is to stop and think deeply and quietly about what I want. Most of the time, I know what I should do. The challenge I face now is to continuously build my confidence in my own decision-making abilities and to not look back or question myself. 

As an LDS woman in my late-20's, I find it especially difficult to balance professional goals and other goals. Conflicting messages cause me to sometimes be paralyzed with making decisions about my future. While my first goal may be to have a family and find the right person, I often mistakenly think that this goal and other goals (professional, travel, etc) must be mutually exclusive. I often worry that if I pursue other goals, people may mistakenly judge my priorities.
 
"Marriage is more likely achieved as a by-product of pursuing other useful activities and goals.
 
If I were single and had no prospects for marriage, after a reasonable time in one location and a careful weighing of my job opportunities, I would probably explore other possibilities that could open new vistas for friendships and growth. But while temple marriage and family life would be my ultimate goal, whether in this life or beyond, I would be careful not to make it my central focus. Marriage is more likely to come naturally, from living life fully, than by a direct and pointed campaign to achieve that long-range goal."

"Similarly, you may enjoy life through work, friendships, travel, hobbies, temple attendance, institute classes, and further education."

--This advice, combined with the advice from so many other sources, helps me break through the stigma that I must sit around doing nothing to be available. It also helps me to not be paralyzed in the decision-making process. Getting married and pursuing professional goals are not mutually-exclusive objectives.

What place does marriage have in the scriptures and Gospel? 
 
"There is little direct advice on marriage found in the records of the Savior’s mortal ministry. The Lord’s emphasis was on service to others and on treating people with love and respect. His counsel led primarily to spiritual growth rather than directly to marriage. His parable of the talents was a powerful injunction that energy should be invested in increasing the talents one has been given and in employing those gifts granted to all of us. Those who fearfully hid their talents and brooded over the risks involved, he cautioned, would reap a bitter harvest."

--Although marriage, we all know, will bring more happiness than any other pursuit (I believe President Monson said that), it is not and should not be the end goal of our lives (seems obvious but it's not when you're single). While the Savior teaches principles, and those principles are best employed in family life, if you are single, those same principles can be developed in all of your experiences. The Gospel is about "service to others and treating people with love and respect," and also investing energy into developing the talents we have been given - this should and CAN be happening regardless of marital status.

What attitude should I have regarding my life now?

"Enjoy life, be involved in the good things that interest you, and find satisfaction, joy, and happiness, whether or not you find a marriage partner in this life. Your opportunity to marry may come indirectly rather than by directly focusing on that objective."

How do I keep an attitude that fosters happiness for other people's successes (especially when I do not have the same success) and avoid becoming bitter? How is resilience nourished in the face of repeated rejection and rejecting?

"Only in the long view do we find justice, righteousness, and fairness. Somehow, to understand, accept, and live with the reality of unfairness as only a transitory thing makes it tolerable."

--This is key. ONLY as we keep an eternal perspective can we view and accept all of life's unfairness. It is abundant, and I am often the recipient of the positive unfair end. Why am I born in America in this generation? Why do I get to experience all the freedoms that govern my life and decisions? Unfairness does not exist in the eternities and in the Atonement. It should only motivate us to increase our compassion.

How do I maintain high self-esteem in the face of loneliness, rejection, and guilt?

"It is common to find low self-esteem in the lives of single adults—but it is common among married adults as well...We all need the feeling that we are of value, that we count in life...A testimony brings peace of mind and assurance about life’s ultimate purposes for us. Knowing that we are spirit children of a loving Father in Heaven, and therefore heirs of all he is and has, is one of the greatest concepts mortals can grasp."  

--This helps me realize that a testimony should be where our confidence springs from. Being single sometimes feels like a low blow to our confidence (and often it may seem that we deal out an equal amount of blows to other people's confidence), but our relationship to Heavenly Father and our knowledge of His plan for us as individuals should be where our confidence springs from, not from feeling wanted by our spouse or lack therefore. Society will tell you otherwise, so be aware of that.




Monday, March 2, 2015

5 best #hashtags of 2015

Inspired by my comedian friend, J Peets, I have comprised a list of the greatest #hashtags of #2015.

1. #bit
-used to denote a sense of bitterness; can be used verbally in conversation by saying "pound bit" to denote one's own sense of bitterness or to remind someone else of their bitterness.

ie:
Person A: "I swear that girl is 18, how on earth is she getting married?"
Person B: "Pound bit."
Person A: "Ugh..."

2. #yopro
-the opposite of #yolo (hashtag of 2014- "you only live once"); short for "young professional" and can be used in contexts where subject has done something particularly professional or developed habits of a young professional.
-created by the elder K Peets

ie:
Person A: "Hey ______, you wanna go out and party all night?"
Person B: "No, I go to bed at 9 because I work early tomorrow morning. #yopro"

3. #adultvictory
-used in a similar context as #yopro, this hashtag is used to praise oneself for accomplishing a more specific task that is challenging or difficult.

ie:
Person A: "I folded my laundry. #adultvictory"

4. #zealnzest
-used to attribute more youthful attributes to oneself as one realizes their own aging appearance and degrading physical state.

ie:
Person A: "I am turning 29 this year but I just climbed a mountain. #zealnzest"

5. #unhinged
-used particularly in the context of aging single adults who have become more and more "open" when it comes to dating and their standards; historically was used to denote that one leaves the door so open, it has been unhinged.

ie:
Person A: "Oh man, well I'm turning 29 this year and even though this guy has ____, _____, ____ wrong with him, I figure I might as well go on a 15th date with him... #unhinged"

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Flawless Cilantro-hater Bather*

*blog title is a collective term used to describe those I have gone out with as of late.

These past few months I have been putting concentrated effort on dating (cheer for me). I have rejoined the popular local dating app called Tinder (you may remember my #blogrant from a few months ago when I first joined). Well, once I have sifted through 100's (okay maybe 1000's) of weirdos people who don't meet my baseline for normality, I then swipe right and, It's a Match! I've been on quite a few dates and would like to share some of the juice from these experiences (mostly as a means of coping).


Date #1 with Dude 1

[ordering pizza, first 5 minutes of date]
Me: Oh, that one looks good! [looks at cilantro BBQ pizza]
Dude 1: I hate cilantro.
Me: [BOMB HAS BEEN DROPPED. MINUS 15 POINTS] Are there any other foods you dislike?
Dude 1: I hate tomatoes.
Me: [SECOND BOMB DROPPED] Oh...those are my favorite foods....

5 minutes later
 Me: So, you have your own office? That must be nice. Do you ever get lonely though?
Dude 1: No, I hate people.

5 minutes later
Dude 1: So, what do you like about your job?
Me: Well, I love working with people; I'm kind of a people person...I mean...uh...


**The above conversation is said in jest. I would never rule someone out because they didn't like cilantro (although this was my first gut reaction)**--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date #2 with Dude 2

Dude 2: I'm really good at not judging people actually. blablablabla I'm really fit blablablabla I'm really great at finances, I only spend $2 per month and stick to my budget blablablablabla I've traveled to 48 different countries and I'm so hott blablablbablabla I was first chair in violin when I was a child blablablabla I am really rich blablab I've climbed all these mountains blablabla
Me: [first time I have spoken all night] Wow. Do you have any flaws?
Dude 2: [completely serious, pause] Yeah, I'm sure I do...
Me: [sarcastic] Well, sure can't tell what they are!!

2 hrs later, dude has proclaimed himself as a nit-picky person, so I decide to disclose my biggest insecurities to watch him squirm. (I'm the worst!)
Me: So, I have white hair.
Dude 2: [pause, gasp] REALLY?
Me: Yep, but I dye it. It's all right here...right here. [points to underneath my part]
Dude 2: Oh well..uh...okay...

5 minutes later [Dude is six inches from my face, now has both hands on my head, looking for grey hair under the guise of "getting flirty"]
Me: Uh...what are you doing?
Dude 2: Just "getting flirty".
Me: [obviously uncomfortable] Um, this is only the second date.
Dude 2: I thought you said you didn't put up walls? [continues messing with my hair]
Me: [thrown off by his comment] Um...so as I was saying...
Dude 2: [not listenting AT ALL]
Me: Are you listening to what I'm saying?
Dude 2: Not at all. [continues messing with my hair]
Me: Listen, I can't really not kiss you when you're 6 inches from my face. And this is only the second date, so can you stop?
Dude 2: WHOA YOU AND YOUR RAGING HORMONES, MY GOSH. [continues messing with my hair]
Me: Uh...so it's kind of getting late, I need to go to bed. And you need to get home.
Dude 2: [stands up, angry] If you kick me out, I might just not come back...
Me: Excuse me?
Dude 2: Uh...yeah it's getting late.

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Tinder conversation. This is our first interaction (texting).

Dude 3: Let me know if you want to release some stress and we can bang. NSA.
Me: I always need to relieve stress. But what is NSA?
Dude 3: No strings attached. Usually pertains to sex.
Me: Oh...well thank you for enlightening me. But don't you want to know something about me first?

(same boy is tinder-ing with my roommate Nicole)

Roommate: So...you're messaging my roommate now. Very different tactic with her.
Dude 3: Oh yeah? Which do you prefer?
Roommate: Definitely this way.
Dude 3: Tell me her name and I can change it up.
Roommate: Lindsey. But I don't think you'll have much luck there.
Dude 3: $#*(%#) Are you sure, I really like her.
Roommate: Pretty sure, sorry.
Dude 3: Well, I like you too. How are my chances here?


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Texting conversation with Dude 4 I have been out with twice (met on Tinder)

Dude 4: Bla bla bla
Me: Cool, what are you up to? [thought this was a safe question: ALERT, it's not]
Dude 4: Taking a hot bath.
Me: And texting me at the same time?
Dude 4: Yep!


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6 a. m. Rock climbing date with Dude 5 (ending conversation).

Me: Cool, have a nice day, I have to go freshen up for work.
Dude 4: Good luck using the public shower!
Me: Oh, I'm not going to shower. I'm heading straight to work.
Dude 4: Really? Yeah I've come to realize lately that girls shower way less than they let on.
Me: Yeah, this is day #3 for me...[referring to hair]
Dude 4:  .....................

[never went out again]

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For those of you unfamiliar with my style, humor, and sarcasm, let me reiterate that this blog is written purely in humor. I don't feel depressed (although some may argue I have reason to HA!) nor do I hate men and think they're all miserable. There you have it. :)

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Grand Pa Ephraim



 My Grandpa Hatch passed away last December and I have been wanting to record my thoughts for a few months now. His passing is still hard for me every Sunday, because that is the day I used to go visit him for the past few years. I can't even begin to sum up how much visiting him helped me. It's an interesting paradox to feel both that you are extremely needed by someone and that you also need them. My "service" (if that is what you want to call it) helped fill a void for me - my need to serve someone else and feel needed. It also filled the void of being without family - he was my only family here and would often listen to me vent about any problem I was having, whether that be frustrations with school, work, or dating. I wrote a few things in my journal about Grandpa that I wanted to share:

"One thing I’ve always loved about Grandpa is that he is a great listener and conversationalist. He always asks how I’m doing, and even kept doing this until he could barely speak! He is so interested in other people and makes anyone who goes to visit him feel special, no matter who they are or if he will ever see them again. I remember last year, bringing a group of friends over to sing to him from my ward, and he wrote down all of their first and last names on a notecard and asked what each of them were doing. I am always amazed at his interest in other people and I think that is why everyone loves visiting him and loves him."

"I don’t feel like visiting him was always easy, it was a 20-30 minute drive one way every Sunday, and there were many Sundays where I felt tempted to skip it, because I was too tired or it was too inconvenient. But every Sunday that I went, I ALWAYS left feeling uplifted because service just does that to you. He was always SO grateful for the service I gave him, and when I would leave he would always say, 'I appreciate you.' He was one of the best people I know that used words to uplift others in a genuine way."
 
Every time I would call to say I was coming over for a visit, no matter what time of day or what day of week it was, he would always respond with, "That would be ideal."

He was also a great example of using humor to endure the challenges of life well. He kept his wit and humor to the very end. I recorded the following conversation gems a while back:

Me: (explaining details about apple crisp) Obviously you would like it!
Grandpa: Obviously, I have no idea what you are talking about.

Grandpa: Do you have false teeth?
Bethany: No, why?
Grandpa: Your teeth are so pretty.

Us: Do you like watching sports?
Grandpa: No. I stopped doing that years ago.
Us: What happened?
Grandpa: I grew up.

Us: Do you want to hear about our dating lives??
Grandpa: No.
Us: Do you want us to sing for you?
Grandpa: No, I want to ask you embarrassing questions!

Him: (in reference to ringing his bell incessantly through the hallway) It doesn’t matter how many wrinkles they have, I ring for all women.

Us: Grandpa, why you so cool?
Grandpa: Because it’s winter and because of her pants.”

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"My last few Sundays with Grandpa were special to me. One of my best friends, Bethany, came with me one Sunday to visit Grandpa, and then she never stopped. She felt the same magnetic pull to Grandpa that everyone did, and would follow up with me each Sunday asking, “When are we visiting Grandpa?” There were also a few Sundays when I was sick or out of town that she would go visit him.

A few Sundays back, Bethany and I went to visit Grandpa. (two weeks before he passed). It was fast Sunday (December 2014) and so we asked him how church was and if he bore his testimony. He said he had not, and so I said, “Well you should bare it right now!” and then he responded immediately with, “I know the Savior lives.” It was a simple testimony, but one that had been born and tested again and again through 90+ years of hardship, and he meant it. I felt the Spirit so strongly and he began to tear up. I knew that He was feeling the Spirit too, and held his hand, asking, “How do you know that?” and he responded, through tears, “Through the power of the Holy Ghost.” I will never forget his testimony and it’s sincerity. I count that moment as one of my greatest moments with him. Throughout the years prior, he would often express that he wanted to pass; that he had more friends on the other side than on this side, although he was mostly optimistic and would say he was just fine most of the time.

A few Sundays before this, maybe a month ago, I saw a printout sheet detailing Grandma’s death and funeral by Grandpa’s bed so I started reading it out loud just because. I read the whole story of how Grandma died and Grandpa started to cry and say that he missed Grandma. He asked me if I would fix the frame that had Grandma’s picture in it - it was tilting back so he could not see it clearly. I fixed it with a rubberband and he was so happy about that.

A few days went by after that fast Sunday in December and on Tuesday of the following week, I got a call from Aunt Joanne saying that Grandpa was getting sicker and declining rapidly. She said I should come by and say my goodbye’s. I came by, and he was in bed, unable to look at me or talk at all. He was in garments and tucked into his bed. He didn’t look good. I came by his bed side and tried to talk to him a little and hold his hand. He couldn’t respond. Eventually I left. A few more days went by, and eventually it was the following Sunday (2nd Sunday in December). I had planned to bring some friends from my ward to carol to him, but considering his condition, I decided to just bring Bethany and Nicole, my two close friends. Nicole brought her violin. I was surprised Grandpa had made it this long, subsisting on gatorade. It was so hard for me to see him in this condition - he had very labored breathing and then none at all, repeating this pattern on and off as we sang Christmas hymns to him. I tried to talk to him and asked him a few questions, but couldn’t understand any of his responses, although I knew he knew who I was and was aware of our speaking and singing. I held his hand while we sang. We sounded amazing (better than ever) and I couldn’t help feel that there were angels there singing with us, and he was very close to the veil. Bethany and I would sing almost every Sunday, and all three of us agreed that we have never sounded that good. It was an angelic feeling. I went home, really wanting him to pass soon. I prayed very intently that night that Grandpa would pass and knew that he would that night. The next morning I woke up to a call from Mom and Dad saying that he had passed in the night. I will never forget that experience as well as the one of him bearing his testimony the week before. I know that he will now see the Savior! I miss him dearly! 


I am trying to think of another way that will be as worthy of a way to spend my Sabbath evenings and, to be honest, I can’t quite think of many." 

Backpacking the Grand Canyon

At the beginning of the trip down


Look at those views....
Beautiful as the sun is setting on the canyon!
We found this cave at the bottom. Aren't we cool.

Eating our Mountain house meal. I accidentally brought a FAMILY-SIZE (feeds 5) meal by accident. Good thing it was relatively LIGHT!
One of my favorite photos from the trip - my new signature hiking pose (& Angela's too??)
We hiked along the Colorado River for a lot of the trip & it was breathtaking!
One of the only photos of Angie & I as we were hiking out

Angela as we were hiking out in the morning
We stayed at the "Bright Angel Campsite" and hiked in on S. Kaibab Trail (7 miles downhill) and then out on the "Bright Angel Trail" (9 miles uphill)

Seriously tho- look at that view!! You can kind of see the sun coming in on the canyons behind me!

I loved the minty-green desert vegetation!

As we were hiking out. It was pretty warm for most of the trip.

Angela (7 months prego) about 1/3 of the way up!

I was surprised at how beautiful and lush some of the Grand Canyon was - for January!

About half way done (mileage-wise) but not elevation-wise! ;)

Resting on a rock.

Near the end of the hike out
 After our hike, we picked up the kiddos and drove back to Moab (trip completed all in 48 hours). We also made the most beautiful bathroom stops in the world...






Sunday, January 4, 2015

January 2015.


It’s a new year! And I’m excited for a fresh start. It’s been a rough month but I’m coming out of it feeling insanely grateful for a few things.

1. agency. The ability to determine your destiny and change who you are. I am not defined by my past and can choose who I want to be tomorrow, regardless of mistakes I made today. Super empowering and helps me not dwell on mistakes but move forward and take control of my attitude. It is the blessing that can never be taken away from me, no matter what circumstance I am in. I will always have the ability to choose my own attitude tomorrow. 

2. repentance. Again, I am not defined by mistakes I have made or by my shortcomings. I am defined by what I do with them. Allows me to start over and try again. Huge source of relief and comfort knowing that I have this option  every day. I am grateful that Jesus Christ makes this possible for me, and even after I give my all to follow him, He will make up for the rest that I can not do.

3. nature. I feel more peace hiking up a mountain than almost anywhere else. Refocuses me and helps me feel God’s hand in my life and love for me. So glad I have the health to do that and enjoy that aspect of life!


4. family. I have an amazing, supportive family. Siblings that cry and pray and fast for me. That actually care deeply about my struggles and are willing to forgive me over and over and deal with my bouts of craziness. Parents that cry when I cry, and are understanding and loving when I need it most. They think of me and always pick up the phone if I call. I can’t imagine my life and struggles without them. I really can’t.


5. being an aunt. I love my nieces and nephews A TON and feel a special bond with them. They bring so much light and happiness into my life. I am so lucky to have them and to love them! I felt this blessing especially strong in the temple last week and consider it to be a great blessing in my life.