English Fun

So, I just noticed that I wrote "write" in place of the word "right" and the other day I wrote "son" instead of the word "sun".  Wow, am I special or what?  My English is suffering due to an extreme year and a half mission in the French hemisphere of Europe.  Tant pis!! Peut-etre je peux juste parler ET ecrire en francais.  Avec ca, personne peut me comprendre (meme sans les accents!)  et personne peut me critiquer ma grammaire.  Voila. Mince...seulement les francais peut me critiquer....NON!  Fin.  Je vais changer.  Wow...So I'm babbling.  

So on a different subject,  I don't really know why I've been struggling these past couple of days.  I have always heard that you just have to get past the first two week after your mission, and then things are okay. NOT TRUE! It's been a month now, and I'm STILL struggling!  Maybe I misunderstood and it was just after two MONTHS.  Man, I feel like a complainer.  I just need to kick my life into gear, get and keep a positive attitude, and go from there.  YES! That is what I shall do.  I mean,  I know I can't be a full-time missionary forever.  This life is a part of my mission and I need to make it the best possible, too.  I have things that I need to prepare for and do NOW so that Heavenly Father can pour out His many blessings upon me and those around me.  So this is my new goal: To be positive and look for the good, and continue to learn, grow and improve while accepting the fact that I am home, that I must deal with real life, and that is how it needs to be.  So here I go, world! I am coming! Thank you blogspot! :)

The Reflecting Pool

So, here I am.  Trying out this whole blog thing.  Haha...thanks Kayla.  My life write now....doesn't feel like it's going anywhere anytime soon.  Now I'm a pretty active, must keep going forward kinda girl, so being stuck here in this ditch is killing me.  On the mission, everything was planned.  School and a part-time job was never an option.  Let's don't even throw in the whole boy stuff because that's a car wreck of an idea.  But the moment I stepped off that plane, into my old, strangely foreign yet familiar world, all these things came speeding up at 90 mph.  Voila. Welcome Home Soeur Stay.  It's all new, yet all so old.  I just don't know what to do with myself.  I mean, I've been blessed; I have this great little job, my family is great, I have wonderful friends, and...and...I still feel stuck.  I want to go to school SO bad...but where? when? and what in the world am I going to study? I'm so lost.  Typical.  I always seem to be lost.  But it will come, right?  It will...I just got to take each mile at a time, each road side marker when it comes, and finally, one day, perhaps I'll catch a glimpse of where I'm supposed to turn.