What's red and smells like blue paint?
.....Red paint.
I got the typed version of my Patriarchal Blessing today. It is one of the greatest blessings (literally) that I have ever received. It has completely restored my faith in areas that I was lacking, and the darkness may finally be retreating. I'm ready to be free, to start where I want to start, and be who I need and want to be. Throughout my entire journey, these words have applied to me exactly:
"I am not who I was; I'm being remade. I am new, I am new."
What a beautiful, pure truth. I am new; I will start now, and continue along this journey of life with strength and courage. I will endure to the end. I will serve the Lord with all that I am, and listen to His words and the whisperings of the Holy Ghost. I will be worthy to receive guidance. I will love myself, others, and my Savior and king, Jesus Christ.
Sometimes, I just feel stuck. Stuck in this looming darkness, sadness, hopelessness... I would never wish this feeling on anyone.
1. Pick up mom from work
2. Run 6 miles
3. Do Econ homework
4. Finish 2 more paragraphs of APUSH paper
5. Read :)
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(Noted later):
I did pick up my mother from work. I only ran 4.5 miles, but hey, I'm not complaining. I didn't do number 3 or 4 on my list...regretfully. I did number 5. Success? Eehhh, more or less.
My father is the most difficult person in the world to please. I feel like there is literally NOTHING in the world that I can do to make him happy. It's really sad actually. For example, my ACT scores...they're pretty good. I worked hard to get the score I got. It's meaningless to him though, because I want to go to BYU. Now, if I was going to CU or TCU or wherever the heck else, my scores would be awesome. Or maybe the fact that I am a part time nanny. Yeah, I am a student, the lacrosse season (my LAST high school lacrosse season) is coming up, I'm in two AP classes, and I'm a nanny. It seems reasonable for me to work a couple times each week in order to make enough money to buy gas, and also put some in my savings account. But it's not enough for him. He works 9 hours everyday and provides for the whole family, when I work 9 hours a week and can't provide for even just myself. Yeah, you're right dad, I'm a failure, thanks for pointing that out.
I just don't understand. I don't know how long I can just take it. I'm going to lose it someday. I'll end up in a mental hospital where my ACT scores don't matter anyway. Nobody's perfect, and I'm not expecting him to be, but somehow he expects me to be. I can't be though. So this argument is just a circle that will never end......please, oh please let it end.
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