Usually about this far into my liking someone, I would be getting frustrated that they were not showing a certain level of interest back at me, and would eventually get tired enough (supplemented by other reasons) that I would fall out of like. But for some reason, I feel like this time, I’m calm. I know that he and I will work out whatever way the Lord has planned… whether it be great friends or mortal enemies (haha, I hope not) or something else, I don’t know, but I do know that all will be right in the Lord’s time. When I think about my friends and family who are or will be waiting for missionaries to return, I couldn’t imagine living through that… 2 years is such a long time! But again, I feel like the Lord’s timetable will be sufficient. A mission is the right thing to do. 2 years of effort now will sow great seeds for the future.
Perhaps this is all just a part of a slightly different philosophy I’ve been gifted lately. I think it literally happened that one day I woke up, and I was happy. For the past few weeks I have had a great time and striven to keep a smile on my face and annoyance out of my voice and attitude. I think I have been truly happy, and I hope that the people I’ve been around lately have picked up on that. Thinking now, it’s even harder for me to imagine being depressed and self-piteous and gloomy all the time. Why would I ever be so down when being happy is so beautiful? I wish I could show everyone how nice it is to be the happy version of yourself… but then again, I didn’t do anything spectacular; all I did was wake up.
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