Sunday, June 5, 2011
Good things really do come to those who wait.
After 3,000ish miles, 4 years, 2 missions, probably close to 1,000 fights and an infinite number of indian jokes I am officially dating Danny Nelson. Totally worth it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Unpacking.
"[A missionary] boxes up all those plans, wishes, wants, and desires and puts them on a shelf in his closet at home with all of his clothes and other things. When he returns he will unpack all of the boxes. He will find that some of the clothes he doesn't want anymore, and he will give them away. When he unpacks the box of his wants, wishes, dreams and desires he may find that there are also some of those he doesn't want anymore either." -Lawrence E. Corbridge.
It's been a week. Almost to the minute it's been a week since I sat on an airplane in Houston as it started rolling forward and I left my old life behind.
I've started the unpacking process, and yes it is a process. Not just something that can be done in a day, as I had previously thought. And as it turns out it's not that I don't want some of my things, it's that I don't want any of it. I'm thinking of having a yard sale and just getting rid of it all. I want a fresh start.
It's not just the material posessions that hold no apeal to me. It's the plans, wishes, wants and desires. I remember so carefully packing those things away before my mission, wrapping them up so they wouldn't be harmed. Carefully storing them away in the corner of my mind, hoping that I could just pick up where I started when I returned. But I can't. The plans, wishes, wants and desires are still there, perfectly preserved as I had wanted, but I've just sat staring at them for a week, unsure what to do with them. Maybe I'll sell them too.
And on top of that I can't shake the feeling that there is no room for Ashley in this life that's been waiting for me. I feel completely out of place.
There's no MTC for returned missionaries! There's no instruction manual for this! There should be.
So this is the beginning of the creation of my new life. Stay tuned.
It's been a week. Almost to the minute it's been a week since I sat on an airplane in Houston as it started rolling forward and I left my old life behind.
I've started the unpacking process, and yes it is a process. Not just something that can be done in a day, as I had previously thought. And as it turns out it's not that I don't want some of my things, it's that I don't want any of it. I'm thinking of having a yard sale and just getting rid of it all. I want a fresh start.
It's not just the material posessions that hold no apeal to me. It's the plans, wishes, wants and desires. I remember so carefully packing those things away before my mission, wrapping them up so they wouldn't be harmed. Carefully storing them away in the corner of my mind, hoping that I could just pick up where I started when I returned. But I can't. The plans, wishes, wants and desires are still there, perfectly preserved as I had wanted, but I've just sat staring at them for a week, unsure what to do with them. Maybe I'll sell them too.
And on top of that I can't shake the feeling that there is no room for Ashley in this life that's been waiting for me. I feel completely out of place.
There's no MTC for returned missionaries! There's no instruction manual for this! There should be.
So this is the beginning of the creation of my new life. Stay tuned.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I ain't workin for you anymore.
Today was my last day of work!!! Can I get an amen? Or maybe just a woot woot woot?
Let me take you through my day...
Drove to work...although this is a picture from a different day. Just imagine darker clouds.
Sat at my messy desk and took a few calls, caught up on a few blogs, and talked to some peeps. Then ate and ate and ate. In honor of my leaving we had oreos shaped like spiders (courtesy of Justin), yum! Pepperoni pizza and pumpkin chocolate cookies (my favorite, thanks Clyde). Then I got a call from a crazy man who said, "I hope your babies come out naked!" Thanks, sir. So do I. He proceeded to call back several times and was a great source of entertainment for the night. Also I used my last piece of paper in my notebook tonight, oh serindipity!
My coworkers gave my this cute card. It shall be used for decorative purposes on the mish. And speaking of the mish, any weight I gain while in Texas will here on out be referred to as my 'fat for Jesus' and/or 'the Lords pounds'. It makes me feel better about being obese in the future.
And then work was done. And my desk is lonely and depressed without me.
But then I was happy again cause I blasted this song on my way home and sang at the top of my lungs. "I AIN'T WORKIN FOR YOU ANYMORE!"
Let me take you through my day...
Drove to work...although this is a picture from a different day. Just imagine darker clouds.
Sat at my messy desk and took a few calls, caught up on a few blogs, and talked to some peeps. Then ate and ate and ate. In honor of my leaving we had oreos shaped like spiders (courtesy of Justin), yum! Pepperoni pizza and pumpkin chocolate cookies (my favorite, thanks Clyde). Then I got a call from a crazy man who said, "I hope your babies come out naked!" Thanks, sir. So do I. He proceeded to call back several times and was a great source of entertainment for the night. Also I used my last piece of paper in my notebook tonight, oh serindipity!
My coworkers gave my this cute card. It shall be used for decorative purposes on the mish. And speaking of the mish, any weight I gain while in Texas will here on out be referred to as my 'fat for Jesus' and/or 'the Lords pounds'. It makes me feel better about being obese in the future.
And then work was done. And my desk is lonely and depressed without me.
But then I was happy again cause I blasted this song on my way home and sang at the top of my lungs. "I AIN'T WORKIN FOR YOU ANYMORE!"
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