Lately, the world has seemed to be in a state of constant tribulation. There are fires, hurricanes, and many other natural disasters. There is increased violence. There are wars being raged on many fronts. We as humans are having to deal with more and more challenges physically, emotionally, socially, etc.
Just yesterday, I was so overwhelmed with sorrow, confusion, concern and longing. Longing for a better world. Longing for more places of peace. Longing to be able to reach out and help heal the hearts of those that suffer. Longing to calm those who worry. Longing to help and serve others in all these ways. But how? I am only one person.
Needless to say, I fell asleep discouraged and overwhelmed, but yet grateful for the little glimpses of peace that I could see. When I woke up this morning, I was feeling a little more optimistic but still feeling weighed down by the trials of those around my and my longing to help.
This evening, I went to a place of solace and peace. I went to the temple. As I entered, I wish I could say my worries went away and things were nice. It didn't happen that way. I knew I needed peace but was unsure how to find it. At one point, one of the workers approached me and told me something that I truly needed. After that, I became very overwhelmed, in a good way. Tears fell from my eyes. As I entered the Celestial Room, I realized that I was the only one there (with the exception of one worker). I chose my seat and sat down.
While sitting there and pondering, I felt that peace slowly come over me. I knew the struggles outside were still real and still happening but I felt calm. During that time a few thoughts came to mind. Then the feeling that I needed to share these thoughts.
The first comes from John 16:33. In this verse the word tribulation tends to stand out. It says that "In the world, ye shall have tribulation." The trials of the world are and will always be difficult. The word tribulation falls in the middle of the verse. It is surrounded by words like peace, cheer and overcome. The world will always have trials in the center, trying to drag us in to the storm. By clinging to peace and cheer, along with other positive feelings, we can overcome the tribulations that combat us.
The second comes from John 14:27. One of my biggest struggles in life is not being able to let go of my worries. "Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." Our anxieties can overshadow all of the peace that is coming our way. It does not always come in the way we can easily recognize. The truth of it all is that we can find and recognize that peace. It is amazing to see that in our everyday lives.
My last thought is how deeply we our loved by our Heavenly Father. He loves us so completely. He will affirm that love in many different ways. Encouraging words from a complete stranger. Reassurance when you seek for clarity. Warmth when you are attempting to escape the cold.
By having peace, being of good cheer, recognizing how loved we are and so much more, we can receive all we need to help us get through these times of tribulations.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Operation Top of Utah Half Marathon
Over ten years ago, I developed a love for running. I never thought of as more than a great way to exercise. Then I moved to Logan.
While I was living in Logan, I began to feel a need to run. I also was surrounded with more people who ran and they were amazing people and examples to me. I remember going to support my friends who were running a half marathon and seeing the excitement on the faces of those finishing and thinking that I might want to do that some day.
Then I got a job where my boss was a runner. She told me about a half marathon that took place in Logan. That combined to things that I love. I decided that I couldn't do a half but would settle for a 5K or a 10K. After leaving Logan, my desire to run a half marathon had grown, so much so, that I knew I wanted and needed to do it. The rest is history.
I participated in the Top of Utah Half Marathon last weekend!
Here is a short play-by-play of that weekend:
Friday:
-Left work early to make it to Logan for packet pickup and to keep to the place where I would be staying so I could take it easy and prepare for the race.
-Arrived in Logan and picked up my packet. I got a cool new shirt.
-Arrived where I was staying (thanks to my amazing friends) and they took me out on a drive to see the course. I remember thinking along the way, "This is where I will hit my wall" or "I might actually survive if I make it to this point". Overall, I was excited because it was a beautiful course.
-Went back to the house, made a pasta dinner.
-While prepping my clothes, pinning on my bib, and making final preparations, we turned on Newsies and watched that.
-Made sure I had everything set out and ready to go and then headed to bed.
Saturday:
-Woke up at 4:45 and started getting dressed and making sure I had everything I was going to need. I packed my cheese sandwich (breakfast) and headed to the meeting location.
-Arrive for a school bus shuttle to the starting line of the canyon. Found a friend there who was running the half too. We shuttled up to the start and waited there for an hour or so before the race started. During that time I ate my breakfast.
-We began lining up at the start line and waited for the gun to go off. With that, the half marathon had started.
-I kept a pretty steady pace for the first 6 miles or so. Then I began to pick up a little speed, but tried to keep a steady pace. I remember passing the landmarks and being amazed with how quick time was going and how I wasn't tired or hadn't stopped running yet. I didn't die where I said I would or anything. In fact, I ran the first 10.5 miles of the race without stopping.
-The last Aid Station was at mile 11. After that, I assumed it was going to be easy sailing. I was wrong. About a half mile or so later, I realized that I probably should have stopped at that aid station, but I didn't and wasn't about to turn back. I tried to keep going, but it got hard. At one point, I remember being down on one knee, wondering if I was going to be able to finish at all. In that moment, I offered up a prayer, giving gratitude for the help I had received and asking to help me to finish.
- After that the miracle happened and I was able to get up and keep moving. I could see the finish line and knew I could do it. As I drew closer, I knew I wanted to finish running, so I started running. I met up with friends at first who were cheering me on and then my parents. That last little bit, I didn't feel winded or tired, I just knew I was about to accomplish my goal!
-As soon as I ended, they put the medal around my neck and I took a little detour before I met up with my parents and friends. I am so grateful for their support and for the chocolate milk. Yummy!!! We spent some time at the finish area, My foot started acting up, so I got it wrapped and iced. With that, the running of the half marathon was over.
-My parents were amazing and took me to a park to rest while I tried to recover. Once that happened, we went to lunch. After a quick stop, so I could change clothes, we went to a store for my mom (I ended up sitting most of the time) and then went to A&W for dessert.
-They took me back to my car and they were on their way. Back at my friends' place, they offered to buy me dinner to celebrate. We ended up getting Olive Garden and ice cream.
-By this point, I was exhausted. I spent the rest of that evening on the couch resting. Although, I did take a bath to help my sore body.
Sunday:
- I'll keep this one short. I went to church and sat around most the day because I was soooo sore. I did get to visit with my friends and some others friends who stopped by. I arrived back to my place around 9:15 and was so ready to sleep.
It was a long weekend but a great one!!!! I completed a half marathon! :D
There were pictures taken during the race. I am still trying to figure out how to get those. Once I do, I will try to post more. :)
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Ten Years
Ten Years. A decade. It turns a child to a teenager and a teenager into a young adult. It seems like a short time in the grand scheme of life but so much can happen.
A lot has happen in the world during the past ten years. There have been so many earthquakes. tsunamis, tornadoes and other natural disasters. There have been numerous terrorist attacks and school shootings. We have had our first black President. There have been 5 different Olympic games. Disney (and it's subsidiaries) have put out over 25 animated movies. My sister added three kids to her family. My brother served a mission, graduated college, live in Albania, and moved out of state for a job. A lot has happened and changed.
In the past 10 years I have: visited 7 different states, developed a love for hiking and running, ran a 5K, trained for a half marathon, lived in 4 different cities, 8 different houses, 16 different roommates, attended five wards, held numerous callings, broken my foot, had one major surgery, one minor surgery, a colonoscopy and a few endoscopies, worked in 6 different jobs, graduated from college, made so many wonderful friends and so much more.
Ten years ago today, on April 10, 2006, I was sitting in a Gastroenterologist's office after to see if I could get some answers to some symptoms and a sickness that I had been experiencing for the past six months. It has started while I was a missionary in Chicago. The doctors there seemed confused and couldn't seem to give me any answers. I was blessed that when I got home, I was able to find a doctor in Idaho, who knew what I had within ten minutes of me being in his office. That day I was given a diagnosis.
To be honest, the diagnosis confused me. I had never heard of the condition. I could not even remember the name. For the first few days, I told people I had a lazy stomach, because that was all I could remember. I decided to do some research and soon found the name. Gastroparesis. A paralyzed stomach. The diagnosis was confirmed later that week after multiple tests.
It's crazy to see how far I have come in the past 10 years. I remember getting to a low of 88 pounds, being so dehydrated and malnourished that I had to be put in the hospital and pumped with liquids before a procedure. I would eat and automatically need to throw up. I could not keep anything down, no matter how hard I tried. After being diagnosed, I was put on an all liquids diet but I struggled with that because with too much liquid, I would throw up. I would have to take a sip of something every 15 minutes or so. I was on a milkshake a day diet, which sounds nice, but gets old. We would lace my drinks with dry milk or Carnation Instant Breakfast, for added nutrition and calories. I was drinking protein shakes. We even discussed giving me a feeding tube.
I was unable to workout. I did not have stamina. I wasn't healthy enough to last. My hands and arms would tingle when I did too much and when my nutrition levels were low. I could do very little without that happening. It was difficult because working out had become a release for me.
There were emotional lows. I remember a few breakdown. One in particular where I lost it completely for weeks. I remember constantly feeling judged by people and them not understanding how difficult it was to live with something that you had no clue what it was or having to live on a ll liquids and changing your whole lifestyle.
I struggled being social because most social activities involved food or exercise, in one form or another, and I couldn't do either. When I would go to things, I constantly felt like I had to explain myself and that no one really believed what I was going through, let alone understood how extremely difficult it was. There were times where people would have a barbecue and make a milkshake for me so I would feel left out. I was grateful for those times.
Ten years later, a lot has changed. I am much healthier than when I first began, which is interesting because my diet is not nearly as balanced. I can drink more than a sip of something and not get sick. In fact, liquids like 100% fruit juice, Slim Fasts, Chocolate Milk, etc., have become an important source of nutrition for me. I don't have to add extras to them either. I eat solids too. I enjoy cereal, breads, pastas, and other like foods that are easier to breakdown and process.
Because I am able to eat more and am getting more nutrients, I have been able to exercise and do more physical activities, which I have learned to love. A few years back, I pushed myself and ended up running my first 5K, by myself, to show I have power over my body. Since then, I have been determined to run a half marathon, which should be happening this year. At the end of a stressful day or week, I find running or working out, helps me to feel better and more relaxed. I am so grateful I can exercise.
I have learned to cope with it well enough that when flare-ups happen or hard times come, I usually know what to expect and how to deal with it. There are some realities that I have had to face throughout the years, with this condition. They hurt so much in the beginning but I am realizing that there are other ways to manage or that how others think or respond to this condition does not bother me nearly as bad. My condition does not define me. People can choose whether to accept me. It used to hurt to see how some people refused friendships because of this. Now I know that a true friend accepts me for who I am and what I have. There are always ways to receive blessings. They may not come in the way one wants or expects.
I would be lying if I said this doesn't affect my life socially, but I don't let it stop me as much. I still struggle going to dinner groups or linger longers where I can't eat to much because it draws attention to me and my condition, while I am really trying to fit and blend in. However, I have learned to bring something for me to eat to most places I go that may not have food I can eat. I have learned that you can say no without having to explain. In fact, when I hang out with some friends, they barely remember I have stomach issues.
As I have worked through the many ups and downs of this diagnosis, there are a few things that have remained a constant. First, the Atonement. It is the thing that has gotten me through the lowest of lows knowing that there is one who understand everything I was feeling and going through. One of my heroes gave me this advice, before I was diagnosed, to not let the Atonement be in vain. He has already suffered for all of our pains, imperfections and shortcomings. To not use him to help get through trials, is the not use the Atonement in it's fullness. Second, I have received so many prayers and support from my family and friends. Though it is difficult for them to understand how and what I am feeling, they have still done what they could to make this condition easier to live with. They have adapted meals, prayed as I struggled, listened when I needed to cry or vent and supported me as we sought for help and answers in one way or another. I am so grateful for the help that I have received from all of them. I could not do that alone. Third, I have always known that I was given this condition to help me gain empathy and as a way to be able to reach out and help others. It is incredible the opportunities that have come up where I have been able to talk to or share my experiences with others who are suffering. I have had family members and friends who have been diagnosed with similar conditions. I have had others reach our to me when a friend or acquaintance received a diagnosis. I am more than happy to help and assist how I can. I am not perfect in how I cope and live with this condition. I am continually learning better ways every day. Living with this condition has truly made me who I am.
Gastroparesis is still not a very well known condition. It is not an eating disorder. It is a real condition. Gastroparesis affects more than 1.5 million Americans. Up to 1/3 of the cases are idiopathic, or have no known cause. That is mine. The treatment varies for each person and, in most cases, does not cure gastroparesis. It is is usually a chronic and long-lasting. I encourage people to learn more about this condition. I hope and pray that someday there will be better treatments available or even a cure for this condition. I hope that more research and studies will be done to find out ways to prevent it as well. More than anything, I hope that more people become aware that this is a real condition and that is affects so many people daily.
A lot has happen in the world during the past ten years. There have been so many earthquakes. tsunamis, tornadoes and other natural disasters. There have been numerous terrorist attacks and school shootings. We have had our first black President. There have been 5 different Olympic games. Disney (and it's subsidiaries) have put out over 25 animated movies. My sister added three kids to her family. My brother served a mission, graduated college, live in Albania, and moved out of state for a job. A lot has happened and changed.
In the past 10 years I have: visited 7 different states, developed a love for hiking and running, ran a 5K, trained for a half marathon, lived in 4 different cities, 8 different houses, 16 different roommates, attended five wards, held numerous callings, broken my foot, had one major surgery, one minor surgery, a colonoscopy and a few endoscopies, worked in 6 different jobs, graduated from college, made so many wonderful friends and so much more.
Ten years ago today, on April 10, 2006, I was sitting in a Gastroenterologist's office after to see if I could get some answers to some symptoms and a sickness that I had been experiencing for the past six months. It has started while I was a missionary in Chicago. The doctors there seemed confused and couldn't seem to give me any answers. I was blessed that when I got home, I was able to find a doctor in Idaho, who knew what I had within ten minutes of me being in his office. That day I was given a diagnosis.
To be honest, the diagnosis confused me. I had never heard of the condition. I could not even remember the name. For the first few days, I told people I had a lazy stomach, because that was all I could remember. I decided to do some research and soon found the name. Gastroparesis. A paralyzed stomach. The diagnosis was confirmed later that week after multiple tests.
It's crazy to see how far I have come in the past 10 years. I remember getting to a low of 88 pounds, being so dehydrated and malnourished that I had to be put in the hospital and pumped with liquids before a procedure. I would eat and automatically need to throw up. I could not keep anything down, no matter how hard I tried. After being diagnosed, I was put on an all liquids diet but I struggled with that because with too much liquid, I would throw up. I would have to take a sip of something every 15 minutes or so. I was on a milkshake a day diet, which sounds nice, but gets old. We would lace my drinks with dry milk or Carnation Instant Breakfast, for added nutrition and calories. I was drinking protein shakes. We even discussed giving me a feeding tube.
I was unable to workout. I did not have stamina. I wasn't healthy enough to last. My hands and arms would tingle when I did too much and when my nutrition levels were low. I could do very little without that happening. It was difficult because working out had become a release for me.
There were emotional lows. I remember a few breakdown. One in particular where I lost it completely for weeks. I remember constantly feeling judged by people and them not understanding how difficult it was to live with something that you had no clue what it was or having to live on a ll liquids and changing your whole lifestyle.
I struggled being social because most social activities involved food or exercise, in one form or another, and I couldn't do either. When I would go to things, I constantly felt like I had to explain myself and that no one really believed what I was going through, let alone understood how extremely difficult it was. There were times where people would have a barbecue and make a milkshake for me so I would feel left out. I was grateful for those times.
Ten years later, a lot has changed. I am much healthier than when I first began, which is interesting because my diet is not nearly as balanced. I can drink more than a sip of something and not get sick. In fact, liquids like 100% fruit juice, Slim Fasts, Chocolate Milk, etc., have become an important source of nutrition for me. I don't have to add extras to them either. I eat solids too. I enjoy cereal, breads, pastas, and other like foods that are easier to breakdown and process.
Because I am able to eat more and am getting more nutrients, I have been able to exercise and do more physical activities, which I have learned to love. A few years back, I pushed myself and ended up running my first 5K, by myself, to show I have power over my body. Since then, I have been determined to run a half marathon, which should be happening this year. At the end of a stressful day or week, I find running or working out, helps me to feel better and more relaxed. I am so grateful I can exercise.
I have learned to cope with it well enough that when flare-ups happen or hard times come, I usually know what to expect and how to deal with it. There are some realities that I have had to face throughout the years, with this condition. They hurt so much in the beginning but I am realizing that there are other ways to manage or that how others think or respond to this condition does not bother me nearly as bad. My condition does not define me. People can choose whether to accept me. It used to hurt to see how some people refused friendships because of this. Now I know that a true friend accepts me for who I am and what I have. There are always ways to receive blessings. They may not come in the way one wants or expects.
I would be lying if I said this doesn't affect my life socially, but I don't let it stop me as much. I still struggle going to dinner groups or linger longers where I can't eat to much because it draws attention to me and my condition, while I am really trying to fit and blend in. However, I have learned to bring something for me to eat to most places I go that may not have food I can eat. I have learned that you can say no without having to explain. In fact, when I hang out with some friends, they barely remember I have stomach issues.
As I have worked through the many ups and downs of this diagnosis, there are a few things that have remained a constant. First, the Atonement. It is the thing that has gotten me through the lowest of lows knowing that there is one who understand everything I was feeling and going through. One of my heroes gave me this advice, before I was diagnosed, to not let the Atonement be in vain. He has already suffered for all of our pains, imperfections and shortcomings. To not use him to help get through trials, is the not use the Atonement in it's fullness. Second, I have received so many prayers and support from my family and friends. Though it is difficult for them to understand how and what I am feeling, they have still done what they could to make this condition easier to live with. They have adapted meals, prayed as I struggled, listened when I needed to cry or vent and supported me as we sought for help and answers in one way or another. I am so grateful for the help that I have received from all of them. I could not do that alone. Third, I have always known that I was given this condition to help me gain empathy and as a way to be able to reach out and help others. It is incredible the opportunities that have come up where I have been able to talk to or share my experiences with others who are suffering. I have had family members and friends who have been diagnosed with similar conditions. I have had others reach our to me when a friend or acquaintance received a diagnosis. I am more than happy to help and assist how I can. I am not perfect in how I cope and live with this condition. I am continually learning better ways every day. Living with this condition has truly made me who I am.
Gastroparesis is still not a very well known condition. It is not an eating disorder. It is a real condition. Gastroparesis affects more than 1.5 million Americans. Up to 1/3 of the cases are idiopathic, or have no known cause. That is mine. The treatment varies for each person and, in most cases, does not cure gastroparesis. It is is usually a chronic and long-lasting. I encourage people to learn more about this condition. I hope and pray that someday there will be better treatments available or even a cure for this condition. I hope that more research and studies will be done to find out ways to prevent it as well. More than anything, I hope that more people become aware that this is a real condition and that is affects so many people daily.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
ABCs
With all the craziness that ensued last year, I have decided to go back to the basics and start at the very beginning, so to speak. Through a friend, I found an article in the Ensign (LDS Church Magazine) from January of 2012 called "Living an Abundant Life", which provided the inspiration for my focus this year and provided me with the three words of the year
I like to keep things simple and how much more simple can you get than the ABCs.
A- Attitude
B- Belief
C- Courage
Attitude:
To quote from the article by President Monson.
"So much in life depends on our attitude. The way we choose to see things and respond to others makes all the difference. To do the best we can and then to choose to be happy about our circumstances, whatever they may be, can bring peace and contentment"
It is interesting how many times I find my self in the middle of a negative though or grumbling under my breath about this or that. I want to change my attitude. I want to be the positive person that I feel is in me. I want to help others. I want to be less hard on myself and on others. I want to feel like I can do hard things. A positive attitude can make a hard day a little better (or a lot, take your pick).You can look for the lessons and the blessing, instead of focusing on the negative.
Belief:
Again from President Monson:
"Don’t limit yourself and don’t let others convince you that you are limited in what you can do. Believe in yourself and then live so as to reach your possibilities."
There are so many directions belief can be taken. My main focus is to believe in myself and that I am a good, capable, smart person who can do anything I put my mind too. This one has proved to be the hardest one for me. I have a few things that I really want to accomplish in life, but I find myself saying things like, "You can't do it", "You're too lazy", etc. I let what people think, or what I think people think (which is usually a lot harsher than it really is), dictate my sense of self.
There are so many directions belief can be taken. My main focus is to believe in myself and that I am a good, capable, smart person who can do anything I put my mind too. This one has proved to be the hardest one for me. I have a few things that I really want to accomplish in life, but I find myself saying things like, "You can't do it", "You're too lazy", etc. I let what people think, or what I think people think (which is usually a lot harsher than it really is), dictate my sense of self.
Courage:
One last quote from President Monson:
"There will be times when you will be frightened and discouraged. You may feel that you are defeated. The odds of obtaining victory may appear overwhelming. At times you may feel like David trying to fight Goliath. But remember—David did win!"
This one has proven to be rewarding. I have done some things that have required me to step outside of my comfort zone and to be assertive. This will help me to keep going, even if the odds are against me. Some days it takes courage just to get out of bed and face a new day. Courage is needed to stand up for one's self. It is the thing that picks you up at the end of a hard day or after failing, and makes you try again the next day.
These are my goals for the year. These three words, will hopefully change me for the better. I encourage you to read this article and find a way to implement it in your life. Happy New Year (a little late) my friends!!!
(P.S. I am writing and publishing this to keep myself accountable.)
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Me-Day!!!
Unfortunately, I am one of those people who has a very difficult time making and taking time for myself, but my new goal is to make sure I do just that. This goal just happened a short time ago and I will be the first to admit that I have failed miserably. Looking at the month of December it is easy to see why. Wow! I didn't realize how busy I would be. It gets this way every December though. I should be prepared for it.
In looking at the month, I realized that there was really only one day that I could take the whole day just for me. That was today (Saturday the 12th). It turns out I have something every other day or evening of the month whether it be work, Relief Society visits, concerts, travels, church, parties, etc. Because of this, I decided to cancel everything and take a full day for me. I did take someone friends to the airport but what Whitney Me-Day would be complete without service. I did it early enough that I was able to come home and go back to bed.
I slept in (after that) until almost 10:30 and have stayed in pajamas while doing things for me. I have snuggled in my blanket, prepared for Christmas, rested and relaxed. I have avoided my phone. I am not reading or responding to texts or phone calls (not that I can without a voice). In fact, my phone and I are on separate floors of the house right now. I am treating myself to some meditation, amazing Christmas music and time to do what I want or need. Granted, I may have to leave the house to buy groceries but that is still for me.
I would love to be outside doing something but with the weather and me just getting over stuff, it is better to stay in. Still on the agenda is some exercise and yoga or ballet stretches, a delicious treat and maybe finishing my Christmas wrapping. It would be so nice to do this more frequently and I know I need to settle for doing a little something (maybe 15 minutes or more) each day, but having this one day is very helpful.
Today has been so nice. What do you like to do on your "Me-Day"?
In looking at the month, I realized that there was really only one day that I could take the whole day just for me. That was today (Saturday the 12th). It turns out I have something every other day or evening of the month whether it be work, Relief Society visits, concerts, travels, church, parties, etc. Because of this, I decided to cancel everything and take a full day for me. I did take someone friends to the airport but what Whitney Me-Day would be complete without service. I did it early enough that I was able to come home and go back to bed.
I slept in (after that) until almost 10:30 and have stayed in pajamas while doing things for me. I have snuggled in my blanket, prepared for Christmas, rested and relaxed. I have avoided my phone. I am not reading or responding to texts or phone calls (not that I can without a voice). In fact, my phone and I are on separate floors of the house right now. I am treating myself to some meditation, amazing Christmas music and time to do what I want or need. Granted, I may have to leave the house to buy groceries but that is still for me.
I would love to be outside doing something but with the weather and me just getting over stuff, it is better to stay in. Still on the agenda is some exercise and yoga or ballet stretches, a delicious treat and maybe finishing my Christmas wrapping. It would be so nice to do this more frequently and I know I need to settle for doing a little something (maybe 15 minutes or more) each day, but having this one day is very helpful.
Today has been so nice. What do you like to do on your "Me-Day"?
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Just a spoonful of medicine...
Okay, You got me. The song does not say a spoonful of medicine. It says a spoonful of sugar. However, the medicine is what is helping me more than the sugar. You see, I got sick again. I got hit with a flu virus. After going to the doctor, I was put on some major medicines trying to avoid the six weeks out, like last time. I am so grateful for this doctor.
I went in and he listened, he looked, and really tried to figure out the best solutions for me. He truly and genuinely cared about me as a person, and not just a patient. He wanted to make sure that I was feeling better before the holidays. He even had me go in the day before Thanksgiving and scoped my vocal cords. He gave me a new medication that day and really wanted me to check back in. He was thorough and explained everything that was happening. I could not appreciate him more.
I had very little appetite when I first got sick. Since taking all the meds, I can eat again and have a desire to. Miracles happen!!! So in my case all those spoonfuls of medicine have helped the food to go down. I am so grateful!!
I went in and he listened, he looked, and really tried to figure out the best solutions for me. He truly and genuinely cared about me as a person, and not just a patient. He wanted to make sure that I was feeling better before the holidays. He even had me go in the day before Thanksgiving and scoped my vocal cords. He gave me a new medication that day and really wanted me to check back in. He was thorough and explained everything that was happening. I could not appreciate him more.
I had very little appetite when I first got sick. Since taking all the meds, I can eat again and have a desire to. Miracles happen!!! So in my case all those spoonfuls of medicine have helped the food to go down. I am so grateful!!
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Just What I Needed!!!
My last post painted a picture of frustration and discouragement, with glimpses of hope. I am happy to report that things have gotten better since that post. That is not to say there still aren't problems and issues, because there are, but they don't seem to affect me that much.
The past two weeks have been especially crazy for me. Between work, my calling, getting a small (I emphasize small) cold, and trying to stay afloat, among other things, I have been exhausted. This past week was especially crazy and by the end, I was ready to escape and run away. I did just that. I spent some time in one of my most favorite places with some of my most favorite people.
Friday night consisted of the Pumpkin Walk up in Logan. I have gone to this for the past four years or more and have never been disappointed. This year was no exception. There were so many clever displays from animals, to Inside Out, to Studio C, to Looney Tunes.
Of course, I had to get a picture of my favorite character Taz. That was followed by focaccia bread. It was fun!
Saturday, I spent a good portion of the day with an amazing friend her kiddos. We talked and played. She and I started working on a puzzle (yeah, we're party animals like that) and got quite a bit done before I had to change clothes and head to a Halloween party. Before I left, she convinced me to stay the night.
I went to the party where I got to see some important, fun and incredible people. It was fun! Being around these people made me miss the friendships and supports I have in Logan. I began to feel like I was home once again. Then, I found out the primary program for my old home ward was the next day.
Sunday, I went to the program and it was so nice and really great. It was good to see the kiddos that I babysat while I was living up there. I miss those kids. They gave me hugs and talked with me.
Some days, a lot of days, I miss my life in Logan. There were tough times, but I had the most amazing support system and friends there. They are wonderful. Moving was hard but it was necessary for my personal growth. I know I am where I need to be and am becoming a better person. I am building friendships here that are such strengths to me. That has been a major blessing. Yet, I am so blessed that on weekends when I want to run away or need a break, I can go to Logan and know that the friends I have there, will still be my friends!!!
This weekend was just what I needed. It was probably on of my favorite weekends in a while. Thanks everyone!!!
The past two weeks have been especially crazy for me. Between work, my calling, getting a small (I emphasize small) cold, and trying to stay afloat, among other things, I have been exhausted. This past week was especially crazy and by the end, I was ready to escape and run away. I did just that. I spent some time in one of my most favorite places with some of my most favorite people.
Friday night consisted of the Pumpkin Walk up in Logan. I have gone to this for the past four years or more and have never been disappointed. This year was no exception. There were so many clever displays from animals, to Inside Out, to Studio C, to Looney Tunes.
Of course, I had to get a picture of my favorite character Taz. That was followed by focaccia bread. It was fun!
Saturday, I spent a good portion of the day with an amazing friend her kiddos. We talked and played. She and I started working on a puzzle (yeah, we're party animals like that) and got quite a bit done before I had to change clothes and head to a Halloween party. Before I left, she convinced me to stay the night.
Sunday, I went to the program and it was so nice and really great. It was good to see the kiddos that I babysat while I was living up there. I miss those kids. They gave me hugs and talked with me.
Some days, a lot of days, I miss my life in Logan. There were tough times, but I had the most amazing support system and friends there. They are wonderful. Moving was hard but it was necessary for my personal growth. I know I am where I need to be and am becoming a better person. I am building friendships here that are such strengths to me. That has been a major blessing. Yet, I am so blessed that on weekends when I want to run away or need a break, I can go to Logan and know that the friends I have there, will still be my friends!!!
This weekend was just what I needed. It was probably on of my favorite weekends in a while. Thanks everyone!!!
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
(Insert a Fitting Title Here)
As I sit here thinking about how to title this entry, I am realizing that I am struggling to put into a few words what is on my mind. This is strange for me because usually writing is an escape and finding the right words tends to happen with some ease. As hesitant as I am to share this, I am also equally sure that it needs to be shared, with very few particulars.
A month or so ago, I began to struggle with a specific situation in my life. I was convinced it was a fluke and that it would quickly resolved. I attempted to push onward. It has not been easy of successful. There have been many days of tears, frustration and confusion. I have been very unclear of my next steps or how I can make things better.
After a particularly rough Monday, and an equally tough Tuesday, I finally confronted someone about how I was feeling and some of the measures I was considering. This person tried to put me at ease, and did to a small extent. However, I left with more unknowns. I decided to give it a few weeks and re-evaluate from there.
By the beginning of last week, I needed a break. I needed to get away. I needed a rest. Some family time was exactly what was needed. I took off Thursday night and ran away, trying not to think about the issue that I was leaving behind me, or hoping to leave behind me and not think about. It worked, for the most part. From Thursday to Sunday, I was able to spend some much-needed time with some pretty great people. It was such a freeing time. When I got back to town on Sunday, I was blessed with hearing from Elder Nash at church and then Bishop Richard L Burton at a fireside. I was very optimistic about returning to life.
Needless to say, it was in vain. Since returning, I have spent much time crying, praying, meditating and trying to find peace that is so badly needed. Last night, I decided to go to the one place where peace is promised and is assured. I went to the temple.
Photo from lds.org https://www.lds.org/church/temples/gallery?lang=eng#
For a few hours, I was freed from the problems outside and I could just reflect. I left with positive feelings and with the goal of having patience to get through this incredibly difficult situation. It was interesting, as I got in my car and drove away, the worry-free feeling was dissipated and the same cloud came over me. This time, however, I was able to calm myself.
I wish I could say that this was the end of the story and that by going to the temple I was able to get the peace that helped put me on the right path. However, the trial is still very real. I know that we are given trials for a reason. They strengthen us. They teach us. They prepare us. We have been promised that blessings come after trials. We can and will be lifted up.
I am hopeful for more peace, guidance and understanding over the next few weeks. The temple did give me a starting point and a point of peace that I can try to remember when the going gets tough. It has also prepared me for General Conference this weekend.
A month or so ago, I began to struggle with a specific situation in my life. I was convinced it was a fluke and that it would quickly resolved. I attempted to push onward. It has not been easy of successful. There have been many days of tears, frustration and confusion. I have been very unclear of my next steps or how I can make things better.
After a particularly rough Monday, and an equally tough Tuesday, I finally confronted someone about how I was feeling and some of the measures I was considering. This person tried to put me at ease, and did to a small extent. However, I left with more unknowns. I decided to give it a few weeks and re-evaluate from there.
By the beginning of last week, I needed a break. I needed to get away. I needed a rest. Some family time was exactly what was needed. I took off Thursday night and ran away, trying not to think about the issue that I was leaving behind me, or hoping to leave behind me and not think about. It worked, for the most part. From Thursday to Sunday, I was able to spend some much-needed time with some pretty great people. It was such a freeing time. When I got back to town on Sunday, I was blessed with hearing from Elder Nash at church and then Bishop Richard L Burton at a fireside. I was very optimistic about returning to life.
Needless to say, it was in vain. Since returning, I have spent much time crying, praying, meditating and trying to find peace that is so badly needed. Last night, I decided to go to the one place where peace is promised and is assured. I went to the temple.
Photo from lds.org https://www.lds.org/church/temples/gallery?lang=eng#
For a few hours, I was freed from the problems outside and I could just reflect. I left with positive feelings and with the goal of having patience to get through this incredibly difficult situation. It was interesting, as I got in my car and drove away, the worry-free feeling was dissipated and the same cloud came over me. This time, however, I was able to calm myself.
I wish I could say that this was the end of the story and that by going to the temple I was able to get the peace that helped put me on the right path. However, the trial is still very real. I know that we are given trials for a reason. They strengthen us. They teach us. They prepare us. We have been promised that blessings come after trials. We can and will be lifted up.
I am hopeful for more peace, guidance and understanding over the next few weeks. The temple did give me a starting point and a point of peace that I can try to remember when the going gets tough. It has also prepared me for General Conference this weekend.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
The Past Month
Over the past month, I have learned a lot of things about myself. Here are a just few:
~ I am an independent person.
~ I'm not very good at asking for help.
~ I laugh a lot, when I am masking pain.
~ I like to be able to go and do the things that I want without having to wait or rely on someone else.
~ I have good friends and family who are willing to help me, even when I try to avoid their help.
Wearing the boot for the past month has been an adventure and a very humbling experience. It is so much more debilitating than I ever thought it would be. The pain has been interesting, to say the least. I used crutches for the first couple weeks, because walking and balancing on the boot was not easy, especially when you are clumsy to begin with. I took a few falls with the boot. Once going down stairs (got a cool bruise from that one) and another time getting into a car. Once I was done with the crutches, I balanced better on level surfaces. Uneven surfaces like grass and gravel path are not fun.
I have been told that things look okay and was told only to wear the boot when the pain was bothersome. So far, I have only gone one day without it. My foot still gets swollen and there is still some pain and discomfort, but it is better than it was over a month ago. I still wear the booth when I know there will be a lot of walking, especially with all the swelling. If the pain and swelling persist, I will be going back to the doctor. I really don't want to, so I am hoping and praying that it gets better before I do that.
One of the biggest trials of this has been asking for help and not being able to much of anything by myself. I cannot even begin to list the people who have given me rides or helped me out. My coworkers always made sure I was taken care of with rides, as well as getting water or other things from the downstairs area (my desk is on the upper floor). I have had many friends who have taken me grocery shopping, to church, come and visited me, taken me to appointments and activities and so much more. I was able to go up and see my family, thanks to a good friend, and make another out of town trip, thanks to a friend. I am so appreciative of the help. Thank you all!
I dislike asking for help. It makes me feel weak and pathetic. To those who helped, thank you for not making me feel like a burden and for willingly helping. It was a hard thing for me to do and it was so humbling to see how many people were willing to help. I am so blessed.
One of my struggles has been with wondering and asking why this had to happen. In many ways, I still do not understand. However, it has shown me that I do have a support system down here. The timing was the worst, in my eyes. I was so frustrated when it happened two weeks before my half marathon. I was so ready to run it. However, I am grateful that it happened when it did and not two weeks later, during the marathon. The day of the half marathon was a hard day. I may have cried a time or two. But there were good people around and I was able to keep busy so I didn't focus too much on it.
As you can see, there have been trials, but there have also been blessings. I have learned a lot about myself and others. I am so grateful that I was able to learn these things.
~ I am an independent person.
~ I'm not very good at asking for help.
~ I laugh a lot, when I am masking pain.
~ I like to be able to go and do the things that I want without having to wait or rely on someone else.
~ I have good friends and family who are willing to help me, even when I try to avoid their help.
Wearing the boot for the past month has been an adventure and a very humbling experience. It is so much more debilitating than I ever thought it would be. The pain has been interesting, to say the least. I used crutches for the first couple weeks, because walking and balancing on the boot was not easy, especially when you are clumsy to begin with. I took a few falls with the boot. Once going down stairs (got a cool bruise from that one) and another time getting into a car. Once I was done with the crutches, I balanced better on level surfaces. Uneven surfaces like grass and gravel path are not fun.
I have been told that things look okay and was told only to wear the boot when the pain was bothersome. So far, I have only gone one day without it. My foot still gets swollen and there is still some pain and discomfort, but it is better than it was over a month ago. I still wear the booth when I know there will be a lot of walking, especially with all the swelling. If the pain and swelling persist, I will be going back to the doctor. I really don't want to, so I am hoping and praying that it gets better before I do that.
One of the biggest trials of this has been asking for help and not being able to much of anything by myself. I cannot even begin to list the people who have given me rides or helped me out. My coworkers always made sure I was taken care of with rides, as well as getting water or other things from the downstairs area (my desk is on the upper floor). I have had many friends who have taken me grocery shopping, to church, come and visited me, taken me to appointments and activities and so much more. I was able to go up and see my family, thanks to a good friend, and make another out of town trip, thanks to a friend. I am so appreciative of the help. Thank you all!
I dislike asking for help. It makes me feel weak and pathetic. To those who helped, thank you for not making me feel like a burden and for willingly helping. It was a hard thing for me to do and it was so humbling to see how many people were willing to help. I am so blessed.
One of my struggles has been with wondering and asking why this had to happen. In many ways, I still do not understand. However, it has shown me that I do have a support system down here. The timing was the worst, in my eyes. I was so frustrated when it happened two weeks before my half marathon. I was so ready to run it. However, I am grateful that it happened when it did and not two weeks later, during the marathon. The day of the half marathon was a hard day. I may have cried a time or two. But there were good people around and I was able to keep busy so I didn't focus too much on it.
As you can see, there have been trials, but there have also been blessings. I have learned a lot about myself and others. I am so grateful that I was able to learn these things.
Monday, August 10, 2015
My New Addition
There is something different about me. It is actually pretty obvious to tell when you see me. I have a new addition.
As you may have read earlier, I have been training for a half marathon. My goal was 10-11 miles on Saturday. About six miles in my foot was causing some major pain. I was still 4 miles from my car, so I kept going though I walked and sat a lot.
The pain was not as intense as that moment, but it was still not good both Saturday and Sunday. I went to Instacare and they referred me to a Sports Medicine Clinic. After talking with the doctor there, he booted me and is treating me for a stress fracture. I will be in the boot for four weeks. If I can't get the hang of walking in the boot, the doctor said crutches may be helpful.
I'm kind of bummed. After prepping, training and feeling like I was finally going to be able to reach my goal for a half marathon, it will not be happening this time. Especially because the half marathon I signed up for is 2 weeks away. There will always be other races and other opportunities.
It kind of stinks but this will be a new adventure, :)
Sunday, July 12, 2015
What a Month!!!!
A lot has happened over the past month, and I haven't been the best at chronicling it. I will try to give you a brief update here, that may end up, not so brief.
HEALTH
At the beginning of June, I got sick. I was pretty sure it was a cold. I woke up one morning, and felt it in my chest. I went to the doctor and was told it was a bronchial virus. I went and picked up an inhaler, which the first pharmacy didn't have, so they sent me to another one, and began to take it easy. Two weeks later, I wasn't getting better, at all. So I went to a different doctor. She told me it was probably still viral but wanted me to come back in a couple days, to listen to me breath and such. She also gave me a few meds. When I went back, the coughing had gotten worse and she became very concerned. She began running test, and was pretty sure I had whooping cough. That was scary. She basically told me I couldn't do anything or go anywhere until the test results came back. She also doubled my dosage on the antibiotic I was on. When I went back in, all the test had come back negative and I was told I was better, even though I looked like death. Come to find out, I may have been better, but my body was not (and still is not) healing properly from the sickness. Oh joy.
TRAINING
Of course, the above, really put me behind on my half marathon training. I struggled having enough energy to get through work, let alone exercise after. I could barely breath too, so I didn't do much. I even missed a 5K that I was scheduled to run. I would have died. This past week, I had a little more energy, so I decided that I would go to the gym on a Saturday to see what I could do. I didn't want to be stranded somewhere if I couldn't make it back. I may have pushed myself a tad to much, but I was able to run some, and walk some. I didn't die. Now, I have six weeks before the half marathon, and so without pushing myself too much, the training is going to get intense.
HOUSING
During the course of all of this, I found out I needed to move. I am so grateful for the wonderful friends I have and the help they gave me. Because of them, I was able to find a place, pack my stuff, have it moved from points a, b, and c, and I am now living in a new, wonderful place. I couldn't have done it without the amazing people around me, because I really couldn't do much. A special thanks to my old roommates, the people who helped me move, my friends who let me stay at their place for a few days, and especially my Dad, who drove down from Idaho, to bring his truck and help me move. I couldn't have done this without all the help. So blessed!
WORK
My work has been so patient with me. I am in a really good place. At the beginning of the month, we had three new people start to help with data entry. They kept things going while I was unable to. During this month, I was told that my position would be changing but we couldn't really do training until things were better for me health-wise. As of July 1st, my duties changed. I have gone through some training this past week and am going to be busy. It will be fun though, and a new experience for sure.
FAMILY/FRIENDS
I did have a chance to spend some time with my sister, even though I almost died at one point. She and her family came down to Utah and I met up with them for a bit. That was a time of pure happiness and let me tell you, hugs from family are the best. In an effort to force myself to relax, I went up to Poky for Independence Day. I was able to talk with my brother and dad a bit. I seriously think that family is some of the best medicine. I have also been able to make, see and catch up with so many friends. These people are my rocks. I couldn't have survived this past month without them. From checking in with me in text, to visits, to help, to being understanding of my and my situations, to catching up, and relaxing with me. You are ALL the best friends anyone could have. Love you all!
I may be missing something. If so, you can ask I and I will answer.... maybe. Ha Ha Ha. This is why you haven't seen me much. July will be so much better. I am ready to enjoy summer! :D
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Bruised and Broken: A Portrait of Hope
Just last month I had the opportunity to visit numerous Church History sites for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. On a Saturday afternoon in May, we visited the Peter Whitmer home. That Saturday had been a difficult day for me and and I just wasn't sure what to expect. We went on a tour of the home and then came back and watched a video. Because we had arrived just after a tour had started, we had missed the beginning of the tour and asked to have it at the end. My eyes wandered during that point, and fell upon a painting that I could not take my eyes off. It was incredible.
This picture was one of Christ, but it was different than any other painting I had seen in my life. Yes, it still looked like him, but there was something different. Was it the eyes? The way it was painted? The way it showed his attributes? The answer, I believe, is all of the above. It impacted me. I hesitate to post a picture of it because of copyright laws, but have attached a few links here so that you can see it.
This is from a Yahoo! image search. It is the very first one.
https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Chris+Young+Jesus+of+Nazareth+Painting&fr=chr-yo_gc
This is one to the artist's website. If you select the first label that says portraits. As of the time of writing this, it is on the third row, the second one in.
http://chrisyoungfineart.com/artist.asp?ArtistID=34275&AKey=V9LPV246
There are some links to it on Pintrest and other sites, but these are the links I have.
I invite you to really look at this portrait and let it speak to you. As I looked at it, the words of a hymn came to mind: "Bruised, broken torn for us", I later found out that the name of this painting is "Jesus of Nazareth" which is the hymn from which the above-line came from.
The style that he painted this picture had a crackled or broken technique. This is s style that I have no seen on a picture of Christ, but yet is so fitting. Quoting from Isaiah 53:5, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for iniquities:" Though this picture is of Christ as a living being, he was still broken, in a way.
Look at his eyes. They are soft and caring. They are filled with light. Yet, in my mind, they show sadness and weariness. The amazing thing, as I said before, is that they are still filled with light. There is a sense of peace that emanates from them.
This picture shows a humble Son who has performed his Father's will. It shows perfect love, kindness, hope, diligence, and so much more.
It reminded me that all we, like Him, have been bruised and broken. Many of us have been led astray. Trials and difficulties have come. Every single person has been bruised or broken at one moment or another. We all can still retain the light in our eyes and become like our Savior, for he was bruised and broken far worse than anyone can imagine. Yet he still carried that light with him.
This motivated me. At a time when I was feeling very broken and unsure if my efforts to move forward were worth it, the answer was found hanging on the wall. A picture so full of impact showing He has overcome and so can I.
This picture was one of Christ, but it was different than any other painting I had seen in my life. Yes, it still looked like him, but there was something different. Was it the eyes? The way it was painted? The way it showed his attributes? The answer, I believe, is all of the above. It impacted me. I hesitate to post a picture of it because of copyright laws, but have attached a few links here so that you can see it.
This is from a Yahoo! image search. It is the very first one.
https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Chris+Young+Jesus+of+Nazareth+Painting&fr=chr-yo_gc
This is one to the artist's website. If you select the first label that says portraits. As of the time of writing this, it is on the third row, the second one in.
http://chrisyoungfineart.com/artist.asp?ArtistID=34275&AKey=V9LPV246
There are some links to it on Pintrest and other sites, but these are the links I have.
I invite you to really look at this portrait and let it speak to you. As I looked at it, the words of a hymn came to mind: "Bruised, broken torn for us", I later found out that the name of this painting is "Jesus of Nazareth" which is the hymn from which the above-line came from.
The style that he painted this picture had a crackled or broken technique. This is s style that I have no seen on a picture of Christ, but yet is so fitting. Quoting from Isaiah 53:5, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for iniquities:" Though this picture is of Christ as a living being, he was still broken, in a way.
Look at his eyes. They are soft and caring. They are filled with light. Yet, in my mind, they show sadness and weariness. The amazing thing, as I said before, is that they are still filled with light. There is a sense of peace that emanates from them.
This picture shows a humble Son who has performed his Father's will. It shows perfect love, kindness, hope, diligence, and so much more.
It reminded me that all we, like Him, have been bruised and broken. Many of us have been led astray. Trials and difficulties have come. Every single person has been bruised or broken at one moment or another. We all can still retain the light in our eyes and become like our Savior, for he was bruised and broken far worse than anyone can imagine. Yet he still carried that light with him.
This motivated me. At a time when I was feeling very broken and unsure if my efforts to move forward were worth it, the answer was found hanging on the wall. A picture so full of impact showing He has overcome and so can I.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Running for Reasons
I started to love running as a missionary. We had time every morning to work out and running became my favorite. In the years since, I have tried and tried to make running a normal part of my life. After listening and talking to people about why I run, there are quite a few reason why I do it.
~ It melts the stress away.
~ It helps to get rid of negative emotions.
~ I get a feeling of accomplishment when I break a personal record.
~ For my health. (This does not mean to lose weight, but to keep my body healthy.)
~ To overcome trials in my path.
~ I love it!
~ It frees my mind.
~ Believe it or not, it helps my concentration.
~To Raise Awaresness
Let me explain. One of the reasons I am running right now is to show myself, others and the condition gastroparesis, that I have power over my condition and it will not and cannot prevent me from doing anything that I put my mind to. The ultimate goal (at this point) is to run a half marathon later this year. I will be wearing green (the color of gastroparesis) and am trying to come up with a clever saying to put on me about showing this. (Suggestions are Welcome Please!) This has not been without trials. There are days when I plan on going running, but end up with a flare-up and cannot. I have to watch my health closely. I need to make sure I am staying hydrated and that I am eating and keeping enough calories to support the run. It has been a huge learning experience, and I am so grateful.
In years past, as I have attempted to train, my health would stop me. This year, I have overcome the stops and barriers and am a little over halfway to my goal, which is the best I have done. I am so excited to accomplish this goal and overcome something, that at times, is hard to control.
This is why I run!
Monday, March 23, 2015
Super Powers!!!
About three years ago, I created a Halloween costume as a superhero, based on my name. Wonder Whit! The play was on the word Wit vs. Whit. The uniform/costume consisted of a red-striped shirt, work out shorts, long striped socks, a cape, large circular glasses (to support the wit), and pigtails. It was so clever, if I must say so myself. I had fun with that costume.
Let's rewind a bit more and focus on a road trip with two friends. We were staying at my friend's sister's place. While playing the Wii with her nephew, he created a player for me and name it Wonder Whit! I guess the name stuck.
Since these two occasions, I have set out to find my superpowers. Every superhero must have them. What are Wonder Whit's powers? Here are some that I have found (with stories).
A GOOD CATCH
Here's the story. I was getting my breakfast and pulling some rolls out of a bag. They started to fall to the ground. I bobbled them, showed them my juggling skills (maybe that should be another superpower), and caught them right before they hit the ground. It was great! I was by myself at that moment, but said out loud, "I am a good catch". After thinking about what I had said, I started to laugh, thinking of the multiple meanings that statement had. Interpret this one how you wish
DECEPTIVELY SWEET
I am constantly being told I am so sweet or even too sweet. I am grateful for those compliments. Seriously. Sometimes I don't feel so sweet but I do try to be sweet, kind and nice. Then I thought, every superhero has a way to attack. My attack is sweetness, or to get the opposition with kindness.
ABILITY TO BREAK GLASS FROM A DISTANCE
Maybe this isn't a superpower, but it really did happen. Without too much detail, let just say I took brownies out of the oven, place them on the stove top and continued to eat dinner. After a bit, an explosion was heard. Glass was flying. Unbeknownst to me, a burner on the stove top was on. Oops! In case you are wondering, glass pans really do explode with heat.
QUICK WHIT
What can I say? With a name like Wonder Whit, you need to be witty. I have people constantly telling me that I am witty or have a quick wit or a creative wit. Whatever the case may be, I like to make jokes or plays on words and themes. Wit keeps life interesting.
These are just some of my superpowers. I am still on the lookout for others. Now it is your turn. Please leave a comment or message or something with the following:
Your superhero name
Your superpowers
Any stories that support the above
I look forward to hearing your stories.
This is Wonder Whit signing off. Up, up and away!!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Adventures of a Traveler
Lately, it seems like all I have been doing is working, running around, and traveling. I realized that I have made three trips in the past three weeks. It as been fun, but tiring, but exciting. Here are some details:
TRIP #1
A few weekends ago, I was blessed to spend a few days with my sister, her family, and my parents, at my sister's place up in Idaho. We were celebrating the baptism of my nephew. He is one great kiddo and I am so grateful for his example and that I could be there to support him. It was so good to be there, play with all the kiddos, be at the baptism and spend some quality time talking. Love this boy!!! I am also grateful for my sister. She is one amazing gal and so blessed to call her my friend as well.
TRIP #2
I spent a weekend up in Logan. There is something amazing about the Logan temple. I wish I could have taken a picture of it, but the batteries in my camera died before I could. I spent a Saturday morning there and was so blessed that day. The spirit there is real and I have some amazing people I know there. It was so good to see some familiar faces from my group and talk with them. That weekend, I ended up having to bring work home with me, so besides working up there, I was able to spend some time with many amazing friends and see my old young women and friends. It was a nice weekend.
TRIP #3
This weekend, I had the opportunity to travel to Colorado with some friends. It was a pretty quick trip, but it was definitely a new experience. This was a road trip, in all sense of the word. There were five of us stuffed into a Hyundai Elantra. We left early (really early)Saturday morning. We made a few little stops a long the way (Little America, gas station, the Colorado state sign). After we got there, we went to lunch and then played games with the parents of one of the girls. I also figured out that my friend lived close by, so I ended up meeting with her and her husband for dinner. Then it was off to a play (which was REALLY good)! After that, we attempted to watch a movie, though most of us fell asleep. The drive home was another long drive but the good company, amazing singing, and loads of food, sure helped.
I have loved traveling and seeing so many family and friends. It has been great!!! Three states in three weeks. I am excited to get a little break from traveling. Ha Ha Maybe. Unless a new adventure comes up. :-)
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Happy New Year!!!!!
The past few years, I have been so excited about starting a new year because that means I can leave the prior one in the dust. I would always say that this next year would be better. Every time, major trials would come. In 2013 it was losing my voice and dealing with the repercussions of that. 2014 was filled with multiple surgeries, procedures, and other trials. I have decided hoping for a better new year may not be the way to go.
Let me clarify that I know that I have learned much and grown a ton from the trials that I have faced. Many of them have become blessings in my life. I am not bitter about them, though I sometimes wish I could have a break. They have made me stronger.
I will not say what I have in the past. I know that 2015 will be full of blessings and trials. Good times and hard times.
I have been asked a few times what my New Year's Resolutions will be. I usually respond that I am not a fan and don't set them. It seems every time I do, I am unable to accomplish that goal because something stops it or makes it impossible for me to reach the goal.
However, when I woke up this morning, a quote came to mind and I have decided that it will be my motto and resolution of 2015.
Got this quote picture from a Yahoo image search.
What a concept! Instead of hoping the year will be better, I can work on being better myself, no matter what this year brings, good or bad.
I have this quote up in my room and will be putting it up at work. It is completely possible to reach this goal, no matter what comes about. I can be a better person, a better friend, a better sister, a better daughter, a better citizen, a better me, a better neighbor, and more. The only thing that can impede this from happening is my pride and lack of effort. For the year of 2015, I will try a little harder to be a little better. I will record the progress (or try to record the progress) throughout the year, in my journal, so by the end of the year, I will have ways to see improvements (hopefully).
I want to wish you all a Happy New Year. May we all be a little better in 2015. :)
Friday, December 5, 2014
Full of Gratitude
Last year, I was on top of life and kept a list of things I was grateful for, throughout the whole month of November. This year, I did not such things. I hadn't focused much on gratitude to be perfectly honest. In fact, I wasn't sure I was going to celebrate Thanksgiving this year because going home wasn't seeming like an option. With my job, we had Thanksgiving off, but that's it. Up until a week or a week and a half before, I still didn't know if I was going to have the day after Thanksgiving off. Ironically, it didn't bother me too much except I wouldn't see my family. I brushed that one to the side saying that there was always Christmas.
There are so many other things that I could add, but that would take forever. This is just a glimpse of what makes me full of gratitude.
I did end up getting the day off, which ended up kick starting me into the gratitude frame of mind. This was the best thing for me at that time. Here is a small and incomplete list of the things that I am so incredibly thankful for this year.
~ Coworkers who were willing to work so I didn't have to.
~ My dad, for being a support, an amazing listener, a worthy priesthood holder, and an incredible example to me.
~ My mom, for her love, dedication and example of charity to everyone she meets.
~ My sister, for always being willing to be there and love us all, irregardless of the circumstances.
~ My brother for helping me to have fun with life and seeing that life is what we make of it.
~ My nephews and niece, for their magical hugs, fun energy, their child-like enthusiasm and so much more.
~ My other relatives who make being a part of a family so much fun and give an added measure of joy.
~ Knowing that I will be put in the best situations for me, when hard times come.
~ Doctors. I've seen a lot of them this year and even though much pain was endured, I am so much healthier now, than I was at the beginning of the year. Still have a bit to go.
~ Amazing friends, (Yes, I use the word amazing a lot), for being there, being supportive, helping me in innumerable ways, and the joy and laughter they've brought.
~ The gospel and knowing that the answers I need will come in the right time, which is not always my timing.
~ That families are forever and I can forever be with mine
~ The feeling and spirit of the Holidays. This year they seem to mean more to me than before.
~ Progress. Last year I was unable to even produce a note of singing during Christmas songs and such. This year, I can get a word or two out, I'm not there yet, but am getting better.
~ My patriarchal blessing. I'd lost it in my numerous moves this year, and when I finally read it again, the guidance I needed was right there.
There are so many other things that I could add, but that would take forever. This is just a glimpse of what makes me full of gratitude.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Discovery and Change
It's hard to believe that I started my job three months ago and have been living in this area for that long, almost. It feels like I've been here a while, but 3 months really is not that long in retrospect. It seems like yesterday, I was living in and completely enjoying all my time in Logan. A lot has happened in three months. Most importantly, I am learning more and more about myself, who I am, what I want, and how I cope. I have discovered new comfort foods and activities. This has truly been a time of self-discovery.
Who Am I?
I can give the basic answers here. I know who I am as far as being divine and a daughter, sister, aunt, friend, etc. That still does not answer who I am in a sense. There's a song that has expressed my feelings lately:"I'm just a girl, trying to find my place in this world.". I'm learning that many people feel this way. They desire to find their niche. They want to have a purpose. In reality, most of our life is spent discovering who we are, because we are constantly changing.
What Do I Want?
Before moving down here, I was convinced that all I wanted was to be healthy, have a stable financial situation and have my steady support system of my family and friends. Ironically, I moved father away from family, and most friends. I had to re-evaluate what I wanted. Here is what I found. I want stability, in many senses. I want to be a part of something. I want to fit in. I want to feel wanted and needed. I want to make a difference.
How I Cope?
The short answer to this question is, I don't. However, I am working on that. I have found when I have a "bad stomach day" or a rough day, I want to sit in my room and do be alone, in hopes of avoiding or discussing what is up. This is NOT good. These feelings need to come out. This past week, I had an extremely difficult day and did not want to talk to anyone. However, I knew that if I kept it in, I would lose sleep and that I would let the issues eat me alive. Talking it out with a roommate was one of the best things I did that day.
Part of my coping has shown me my go to comfort foods and activities that make life all the better. My comfort foods consist of Crazy Bread, Italian Cheese Bread, Toast, Macaroni and Cheese, and Cuatro Leches Ice Cream (vanilla ice cream, with tres leches cake bits and a dulce de leche swirl). The ice cream is amazing. You can see the stress drain away as you eat it, or so my roommate told me as I ate it. I believe it too, because I felt so much better after eating it. Ha Ha.
I have also discovered activities that help me. Being outside is a huge thing for me. On my lunch break, some days I will go out to my car, roll down the windows, let the hair flow through and read a book. So nice! I have recently become addicted to nature photography and love the beauty of the earth. Along with that, I have re-discovered that being active is a big deal. Running. Dancing (where no one can see). Walking. Whatever. These all help me to feel better and are needed after looking at my list of comfort foods. Ha Ha.
To assure that this post is taken in the right spirit. I am changing and becoming a better person everyday. As much as I loved where I was, I am grateful for the change. It is allowing me to examine myself and be stronger and more assured of who I am and what I want. I was comfortable with where I was at and who I was becoming, but that is not who I needed to be. We are all bound for greatness and in order to achieve that greatness, trials, changes, and moments of not being sure have to come. They will truly mold us into who we need to be and prepare us for what is next in life.
I Have Changed!
Who Am I?
I can give the basic answers here. I know who I am as far as being divine and a daughter, sister, aunt, friend, etc. That still does not answer who I am in a sense. There's a song that has expressed my feelings lately:"I'm just a girl, trying to find my place in this world.". I'm learning that many people feel this way. They desire to find their niche. They want to have a purpose. In reality, most of our life is spent discovering who we are, because we are constantly changing.
What Do I Want?
Before moving down here, I was convinced that all I wanted was to be healthy, have a stable financial situation and have my steady support system of my family and friends. Ironically, I moved father away from family, and most friends. I had to re-evaluate what I wanted. Here is what I found. I want stability, in many senses. I want to be a part of something. I want to fit in. I want to feel wanted and needed. I want to make a difference.
How I Cope?
The short answer to this question is, I don't. However, I am working on that. I have found when I have a "bad stomach day" or a rough day, I want to sit in my room and do be alone, in hopes of avoiding or discussing what is up. This is NOT good. These feelings need to come out. This past week, I had an extremely difficult day and did not want to talk to anyone. However, I knew that if I kept it in, I would lose sleep and that I would let the issues eat me alive. Talking it out with a roommate was one of the best things I did that day.
Part of my coping has shown me my go to comfort foods and activities that make life all the better. My comfort foods consist of Crazy Bread, Italian Cheese Bread, Toast, Macaroni and Cheese, and Cuatro Leches Ice Cream (vanilla ice cream, with tres leches cake bits and a dulce de leche swirl). The ice cream is amazing. You can see the stress drain away as you eat it, or so my roommate told me as I ate it. I believe it too, because I felt so much better after eating it. Ha Ha.
I have also discovered activities that help me. Being outside is a huge thing for me. On my lunch break, some days I will go out to my car, roll down the windows, let the hair flow through and read a book. So nice! I have recently become addicted to nature photography and love the beauty of the earth. Along with that, I have re-discovered that being active is a big deal. Running. Dancing (where no one can see). Walking. Whatever. These all help me to feel better and are needed after looking at my list of comfort foods. Ha Ha.
To assure that this post is taken in the right spirit. I am changing and becoming a better person everyday. As much as I loved where I was, I am grateful for the change. It is allowing me to examine myself and be stronger and more assured of who I am and what I want. I was comfortable with where I was at and who I was becoming, but that is not who I needed to be. We are all bound for greatness and in order to achieve that greatness, trials, changes, and moments of not being sure have to come. They will truly mold us into who we need to be and prepare us for what is next in life.
I Have Changed!
Sunday, October 19, 2014
A Crazy September
Once upon a time there was a girl named Whitney (Hey, that's me!) who had a bit of a crazy month. Here is what her month consisted of, in no particular order.
Long walks
Lots of work
Logan Temple visit
Crazy traffic
Stake Conference
Eagle Mountain trip
Time with an amazing young woman
Trip to Logan
Mission Farewell
Visiting lots of GREAT people
Hike
Sickness
Temple Re-dedication
Nature Photography session
Quincenera
Two weeks of voicelessness
Paying off all medical bills and surgery bills
Yard Work
General Women's Broadcast
That may not seem like a lot, but believe me, It Was!!!!
Long walks
Lots of work
Logan Temple visit
Crazy traffic
Stake Conference
Eagle Mountain trip
Time with an amazing young woman
Trip to Logan
Mission Farewell
Visiting lots of GREAT people
Hike
Sickness
Temple Re-dedication
Nature Photography session
Quincenera
Two weeks of voicelessness
Paying off all medical bills and surgery bills
Yard Work
General Women's Broadcast
That may not seem like a lot, but believe me, It Was!!!!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Greetings
Hello again! I know it's been a while. Almost a month. It's been a crazy month at that. Let's just say it has been a month of adapting, changes, growth, discovery, adventure, and learning.
ADAPTING:
Living in a new place is hard, but I am adapting to the place, the new house, the new job and new lifestyle. It still seems strange to me not to have mutual on Tuesday night or the temple on Saturday mornings. It has been interesting to adjust to being gone over 10 hours on weekdays. It's still going to take some getting used to.
CHANGES:
Over the past month, I have changed a few things. The most important is my attitude. Instead of not wanting to be where I am, I decided that I am going to be happy with it. I have seen changes within myself in a month, which is crazy. I am also still making some changes to make life a little better everyday. Fingers are crossed.
GROWTH:
I have grown in ways that seem strange to me. I have grown to enjoy yard work. There is something relaxing about pulling weeds. I have seen growth in friendships and in my relationship with my self. One of the biggest growths that I have seen is in trusting the feelings that come and doing what they say. There have been so many experiences I have had because of this growth.
DISCOVERY:
Living in a new place allows me to discover my surroundings. I have become pretty good at finding my way around and following directions (such as street directions and such). I have discovered that once I have been somewhere once, I can usually get there on my own the next time. Usually. There are exceptions. I have also discovered new places and am excited to keep discovering new things!
ADVENTURE:
There have been some fun adventures and some not as fun ones since moving here. Truth be told, right now I feel like each new day is a new adventure to live out. I am so grateful for the people who have been a part of these adventures with me. I don't want to share them all (it would bore you), but they range from fairs, to bad traffic, to splash pads, and more. I like to look for the adventure wherever I am.
There have been some fun adventures and some not as fun ones since moving here. Truth be told, right now I feel like each new day is a new adventure to live out. I am so grateful for the people who have been a part of these adventures with me. I don't want to share them all (it would bore you), but they range from fairs, to bad traffic, to splash pads, and more. I like to look for the adventure wherever I am.
LEARNING:
I have learned so much, especially about myself and who I am. This also relates to some of the changes I want to make. I have learned to pay attention to how I am feeling and make sure I take care of myself. This is huge because I try to act all strong and warrior like when I may not be feeling the greatest. The other day, I had battled an awful headache and low energy all day. I came home and instead of doing what I had said I would, I rested and took time for myself. By the time I went to bed that night, the headache was gone. It was amazing! I have learned new things through work, my lovely roommates, and personal studies.
The month of September will be crazy. No doubt about that. However, I am excited to see what all happens. :)
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