I mean, LOOK at them! They're sunshiny sugary balls of JOY
So why have I been thinking a lot about my Great Grandma Glenda? Because school is rough. In high school I did study...ish. I was just one of those kids who skimmed through the notes once and aced the test. Problem is, everyone at BYU has that kind of a brain. Hence, school is now much more difficult than it was before and there has been more than one occasion where I have felt like it just isn't worth it anymore and have seriously considered dropping out and living life as a hermit in the mountains...well, maybe the ARIZONA mountains as it is very cold here in Utah.
|It's the difference between THIS|
|And THIS (and don't even TRY to tell me it's different seasons. It's STILL COLD.|
Thing is, Grandma Glenda has had enough influence on my life (Yes, she died when I was about six, but I've heard stories!) to convince me that quitting school like that is most emphatically NOT the answer to my problems.
So in honor of Grandma Glenda and my continued pursuit of sanity, balance and ultimately, perfection (I doubt any of the above will actually happen in this lifetime) I have come up with three Gs of not going (completely) crazy.
First off: Gratitude.
I am so incredibly blessed. I was born in the United States to faithful members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I spent most of my life completely healthy; no allergies, rarely sick (though granted, I was a total hypochondriac for a long time.) I went to good schools, and the first sign of any trouble in my life (other than crippling and irrational shyness) was the usual awkwardness and bullying that come with Middle School (in my opinion the majority of 6th through 9th grade should be spent in a medically induced coma. We can just pump information into the craniums of the little buggers!).
Now I'm not saying that my life has been a bed of roses. There are a lot of things that are still far too painful for me to remember that I refuse to revisit in a public forum. But the point is: compared to a majority of the people in the world, I have nothing to whine about. (It makes me wonder if I was one of the wimpier spirits in the premortal life. I can totally see that conversation. "Well we love her, but she really couldn't handle this....or this....or this. Better put her with the LDS family.")
And hey, I wasn't born in a time where I would need to pull a big ol' wagon full of everything my family owned though a wilderness full of scary spiders and snakes. I have a lot to be grateful for and I try (emphasis) to remember that when discouragement threatens to drag me down.
I mentioned that Grandma Glenda always had Lemon Drops right? Well she did. And I liked them. A lot. That is just one small example of how generous she was.
In my Book of Mormon class we were discussing the principle of tithing. My professor was talking about the blessing that come as a result of paying a full tithe. (Brother Griffin--if any of you ever have a chance to take one of classes, TAKE IT. He is an amazing teacher...not to mention extremely punny.) Something he said stuck with me and I had to write it down:
"If you ever find yourself short on anything--time, talents, money--anything, try giving some of it away and just watch what the Lord helps you do with the rest."
Or, to in the wise words of President Gordon B Hinkley's father to his discouraged son: Forget yourself and go to work.
As a result, of these three stellar examples of selfless service, I try to take a step back and just SERVE when I feel down. It may not help me right away, but at least someone else had their day brightened, right?
I might be alone in this, but sometimes I need a shoulder angel to gag me when I am about to say something particularly puerile. I may just have a case of hero worship, but I doubt Grandma Glenda ever had that problem. She may have been the most amazingly articulate woman ever to walk the face of the earth.
|....close enough. You get the idea.|
I am convinced that if I dropped out of school I would never be able to attain the phenomenal vocabulary that Grandma had and if I don't have that, then I will need that shoulder angel more than ever...and I think that it has better things to do than keep smacking me upside the head when I say something harsh or sarcastic without thinking first.
Sorry about the long post, but hey, you are not required to read it all. Its just the mad meanderings of my mind when I am discouraged. Have a fantastic day y'all! The Lord lives and he loves you!