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Life is good right now. Things have been coming together pretty well with the transition in going home from being at my brother's for the past 2 months. I am really, REALLY ready to go home. Not that I don't appreciate my brother and his family and having people to lean on while I've recuperated from fracturing my ankle, I'm just ready to go home and live my life again. Finances will be tight for a while, but I really don't mind eating beans and rice for dinner. Plus, I have a Cafe Rio free meal punch card that I've been hanging on to for the past couple months. I could always use that when I'm feeling bored with being poor. Free food always tastes better anyway.

I had a nice chat with my Bishop yesterday after church. I sneaked in between tithing settlement interviews to have my own - since finding a ride from American Fork to Provo is a big pain - and it was a really good chat. There were things that I needed to talk to him about. Let's just say that I'm on the road to a better, brighter future. Things are clearer. My soul is happier. I'm happier.

I believe that life is what you make of it. If you want to be happy, you have to work for it and keep working for the things that make you happy. Especially when it comes to the things that will help you move along in life. Sometimes, okay, most of the time, it'll be hard but the end result is worth the struggle. I hate struggling. I hate having to do hard things. Sucking it up and pushing on is what gets me every time. There are times in my life where I've lost out on good opportunities because I gave up too soon. But no more. I'm turning over a new leaf. The past 8 weeks have shown me that I am capable of doing hard things. As unpleasant as some of these experiences have been, being here on November 25th, I can tell you that I am better off than I was in September. At least mentally, physically and spiritually. Financially, not so much, but that will change when I get back to work.

Anyway, things are looking up right now. I just have to get back to school, finish and move to a beach town. Those are my 3 goals for the next 2 months. All I need to do is squirrel away some money into my moving fund.


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