Karen Sue was basically my 2nd mom during what feels like most my life. I think it was a little over a year ago that she was told that she has ALS (or Lou Gehrig's disease). Basically when you have this your body shuts down little by little. One day they may wake up and suddenly have lost the use of an arm or hand. I feel that the influence she has had in my life and seeing her smile despite all that she is going through truly inspires me to do better with the time and, well, everything that I have.
A general life update:
Work is currently crazy. I'm not allowed to work a single minute of overtime yet the last few weeks I feel have too much to do that it can't possibly get done in 40 hours. Some how I have managed. Well one week I did a lot of work at home, unpaid, then it turned out everything was wrong and I ended up doing it over again anyways, so lesson learned no more work at home, staying up til 2:30 in the morning only to find out it was pointless. I also feel that there is a communication problem at my work (and I'm really not one to talk since communication is on my weaknesses and I'm trying to do better). It gets really frustrating especially when it's the week before a big event and everyone has a billion and one things to do. If we could all read minds it would be easier but we don't and that's when it gets frustrating.
Church. One thing you never would think would get hectic or stressful cause it's church. I've been proven otherwise. I am in charge of teaching a group of young women that are ages 16-18 (they are called Laurels). I teach every Sunday but the first one of the month. I've taught YW's (young women's) before but it was a once a month sort of deal. This every week feels crazy to me. I manage to get it done. I think I've gotten better since I started. And its good for me cause I am still learning things. I mean I know the basics, I've been taught them since I was born but now I have to really study, and make sure I truly understand so that I can answer any questions that they have. The girls I teach are really smart, I feel like they are smarter than I ever was at that age. It makes me wish that I had served a mission. The people (like my husband)that have served missions can throw together a good message/lesson within a matter of minutes. However they spent 18-24 months of studying the scriptures and I have never been all that great at really studying. Now I have that opportunity and it freaks me out. In addition to teaching and preparing each week I have also been asked to be on out activities committee for the ladies of my ward. Which so far isn't that stressful, I've only had to design and invitation which is... well that's what I do I'm a designer and I have printing connections so the other ladies think I am the greatest thing next to sliced bread. Okay that could be that one of them has been my neighbor for my whole life and she just loves me regardless of how comparable I am to bread of the sliced variety.
Everything else. Well all else seems to be well. I've been watching Dr. Who with the husband and I'm addicted (I even added a Dr. Who shirt to my Amazon wish list). I've been trying to read more but between planning lessons, making dinner, exercising, playing water polo, and being addicted to Dr. Who (which is also time I spend with my hubby) I don't have much time. Usually I read when I'm in bed waiting to fall asleep and I only get about a page and half further into the story before my eyes start drooping. I have to set time aside to read and when I do I often feel guilty cause I know there are things of greater importance (like having clean underwear for tomorrow, etc.) that I should be doing. Being an adult and taking care of adult responsibilities really makes me wish that I were a kid again. But then I couldn't drive and be done with school. Being an adult has it's perks, I mean I get to have ice cream for dinner whenever I want.
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