Let's Live For Today

I realize that my post about leaving BYU was written while I was rather emotional (I'm a Wride girl), so for that I apologize. In the meantime, I've been home, adjusting to life in Virginny. In my spare time, I've been sleeping, ... yup. Working only takes 6 hours of my day, Monday through Friday. So I've had time to read, shop, eat, clean. It's been great. 

Speaking of work, I'm actually really enjoying my job. I'm a Personal Aid for a handicapped girl in my home ward, but basically I do whatever her mother needs me to do. It turns out to be a lot of cleaning and other little projects, in addition to feeding, bathing, and watching sweet Hallie. But I've also been helping her mom with dinner and her cake business (a little bit). She's an awesome cook and I've learned a lot already. 

I've been spending some good time with family, too. With Madeline Elena's baptism last weekend and John's birthday yesterday, I've had lots of time to catch up. 

Every one I've talked to asks how being home is. It's weird. I don't really know where I fit in in the scheme of Leesburg living. I'm no longer in high school, but I'm no where near my college friends. I'm a "young single adult" by definition, but I would rather find myself in the safety of Goose Creek family ward. Its just a little awkward for the time being, but it's my life so I'll figure it out as I go! Something I've been thinking about lately is living in the moment. I had an "aha moment" the other day. I typically live for tomorrow. In the literal sense. "Oh, I can't wait until I get through this day so that I can do _______ later..." What I need to start asking myself is "What good can I find right here, right now?" I think we spend so much time thinking about what we need to do/want to do and don't focus on what we are doing right then. I think that will make me so much happier, right now. 

As of right now, I can't get enough of this song. Enjoy. 

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

Say some. Not me. NOPE. I've got the lowest pain tolerance ever. EVER. Blood freaks me out. In fact, it makes me a little hysterical. But that's another story. 

So I was going along my merry little pinning ways on Pinterest, when I came across a recipe for a homemade facial mask: 2 ingredients. Ok, I'm down. I'm bored and it's Saturday night. What else would I be doing? 

I make it, kind of awful smelling, but then it started coming together. I was feeling optimistic. 

It started hardening, like any face mask should. 

Then, it turned to stone. 

As I tried to take it off, the feeling was akin to ripping duct tape off my face. 

"It’s a good thing you can’t see the photo all that well.  Do this until you’re all peeled and your face will feel like a baby’s bottom." -talking about a picture of the author while taking the mask off (from the blog post.) 

1. It's a good thing you can't see her lava red face that burns for the next three days.  
2. It's a good thing you can't see all the hair that is pulled from her scalp/eyebrows unintentionally. (So if you see me within the next week and wonder what happened to my eyebrows... you'll know.) 
3. You're face WILL feel like a baby's bottom, however, after the burning sensation dissipates.
4. Baby's bottom= aka, the skin you had as a baby. AKA IT WILL RIP 18 YEARS OF SKIN OFF YOUR FACE. 
5. You WILL want to cry. 

Alright, enough of whining. MORAL IS: DON'T TRUST EVERYTHING YOU PIN. 

PLUS SIDE: this is a good song.