I'm still here

Don't worry, I'm not acutally running away. Yet. There is one thing I'm sure of: something's coming. I don't know when, and I don't know what, but there is change coming to my life. After this semester ends, my future is a big bank of fog. I could go to Wales. I could go on a mission. I could just work all summer. I could go to New York. There are many paths that I could take, and so far I don't know which one I will take. Due to complications with the Wales Study Abroad, I'm not even sure if that's an option any more. I'd rant about it, but that's a story for a different post. No, what I really want to focus on is Sunday. When I woke up, it was a bright, new day. I had slept in, and thought I was ready for anything. But, throughout the day thoughts came. Some of them were very difficult ideas. I knew what I had to do next. I knew it would be hard. I did it anyway. And I survived. And grew stronger. And I will be stronger. This was part of what gave me such grief. The second half was something that hit me like a ton of bricks. It started out with me talking online with a friend, as to the reason why I don't like singles wards. I won't really go into detail, but we discussed some of my reasons. And I discovered the underlying reason for avoiding them. And it was a surprise. I didn't realize that was the reason. And I looked deeper into myself, and I started not seeing what I saw. So, a new goal: try harder. Do better. I have done something very hard, but it has made me strong. I will continue to do hard things. Because I can.