Happiness

I have a resolution to choose, more often, to be happy.  My resolution has come in pieces. Piece by piece, from uplifting conversations with friends, inspired writings (some of your blogs), and witnessing friends and family go through very difficult and trying times.  The moment that I realized that I needed to start making this choice to be happy was when I heard the powerful and simple words of one of my church leaders, President Uchtdorf.  He talked about a few common regrets that people have when they are anticipating death, and the ones that stuck out to me were, " I Wish I Had Let Myself Be Happier," and, "I Wish I Had Spent More Time with the People I Love."  I am determined to narrow my focus to these important things.  When I am successful, I am certain that my family will be happier and home might be a place where a little more peace can be found.

A friend from church shared this message with my family today that made an impression on me as well.  Again, I'm quoting words from President Uchdorf, "I have discovered one thing that most [happy families]have in common: they have a way of forgiving and forgetting the imperfections of others and of looking for the good."

Take home message: try to choose to be happy, freely forgive, and spend time with those you love.  I can't think of anything more challenging for me at this point in my life. If anyone wants to join me in this challenge, I would love the moral support!

Side story:
Recently I realized that my phone was dying and needed to be replaced.  Among other problems, it started making phone calls, all by itself, to the most recent person in my call logs, over, and over and over again every few minutes in the early hours of the morning.  So, now I am a smart phone user (I resisted this as long as possible because I've heard that there is no going back).  I can already see why.  My tech-savvy husband has my new phone all linked and connected to my e-mail so that my phone knows what I write and will predict text for me in my writing style, which he informed me was, "Pretty cool, but kind of creepy."  I agree.  If you push the space bar button using this cool but creepy technology, then it places the predicted words into your message composition.  Curious about this feature, I found that when I pressed space bar over and over, this is the message that it predicted I would write:
"I am so happy to watch your kids. I am so happy to watch your kids."  Tech-savvy-hubby and I had a good laugh.  I've only had my new phone for 2 days and already it knows me too well.  Yes, Ace, I agree, "pretty cool, but kind of creepy."

P.S. We are expecting a surprise gender baby in January.  This blog has been very neglected lately.

summer is coming

Summer is coming.  It's so close that I feel like I can smell it. Think of all the adventures we will have

going to disneyland,

In-N-Out burger,

 and the beach with friends.

I am anticipating an especially thrilling summer because baby girl decided to be potty trained,

and I'm done with school!!!  No more online or late, late, night-classes!!!  Here's a big shout out to all the people who helped me on my way.  Thanks for all the babysitting, you dear friends.  And thanks to my parents and sweet husband who supported me through the long nine years that it took me to get my Associates degree.

princess

Sometimes, when I'm working on something very late at night, or very near a rapidly approaching deadline, things start going badly and I get really frustrated.  I wish that I could laugh in these moments, or take a step back and realize that everything will be fine.  But in those moments, I feel like a complete failure.

I took this first picture the night before my daughter's birthday party.   I was trying to make cupcakes, but it was just too hot.  The frosting kept melting, and they literally kept falling apart.  I took this picture (I couldn't even get the camera to focus properly, that's how wonderfully my night was going!) because in that moment, I was certain that I would not be able to finish even one decent looking cupcake before the party the next day.  I was a failure.  A true Culinary School Dropout who didn't have it in her to finish anything.  I kept thinking about how tired I was going to be the next morning, and wishing that I had gone to bed earlier so that I could have had the energy to wake up early and finish assembling the cupcakes.  I took this picture as a challenge.  Though I was feeling real despair, in the very back of my mind, I vaguely remembered that somehow, everything would be ok.

 

But the morning always brings a special gift: a fresh start.  When my brain is a little more clear, I can a step back to look around, formulate a little plan and then dig in.  Things always turn out okay, not the perfect picture that I had constructed, but good enough.  Through each disaster, I always learn something significant and important.  Maybe someday I will be able to appreciate the my trials when I am in chest deep.  Maybe?

P.S. I ALWAYS cut myself on those little foil seals that they put on containers of pre-made frosting.  Am I the only one?  I only have to look at them from across the room and I wince.  I try to be really careful, but it never helps.