7 UP

I have renewed my love affair with 7Up.

I love everything that is associated with it. Whether it is the game (which a spectacular bit of fun) or the drink. I was sitting here doing my homework, thinking to myself how thirsty I was. I am currently at the UVU Library and they have a cafe downstairs. As I was becoming more and more parched, I rushed faster and faster to the elevator. Step by step to the cafe; thinking of getting a hot chocolate or something warm because it is December and snowing but all of sudden my eyes skim over the selections and there it is, a beautiful green bottle. I think to myself, yuck... it's got to be Sprite, which is the inferior of all citrus drinks, even below Fresca and Squirt.

Much to surprise, it was Christmas early! Alas, it was not lowly, disappointing Sprite, but the celestial 7Up. I burst into song and pranced about like I found my true love. The amount of joy cannot be expressed on a document. You must experience it yourself! Go to the local market and if they are not stocked with it, you must desist patronizing it. Find one and open it and you will feel the joy I have...

(The prancing and singing is a bit of exaggeration. It was contained in my heart...)

Yikes!

So, yeah... it's been a while. Life is good. I don't have much time to spend on this. Finals. Egh.

Some things that have occurred over the time that I have not written are various but I only have time for 2 of the most important. They coincide together because one decision I made resulted in making an even greater and rewarding decision. Over the summer I sold security (those that have done this understand... it is probably the hardest job EVER excluding being the US president) and because of this decision I have returned to full activity in the church.

It has been so long since I had gone to all 3 meetings on Sunday, or talked to the bishop. I had lots of confessing to do from not attending all of my meetings for close to 7 years. I don't regret my not going mainly because now I understand how much it means to me and why it is important to continue going, even if you don't want to wear a dress. That is how it all began. I got lazy. I didn't want to put on a skirt and makeup and go.

It is amazing how similar it is to gaining a testimony and losing one. It takes small acts to strengthen and demolish it. A testimony is built on the small responsibilities that we have. Whether they are reading you scriptures or going Visiting Teaching. I used to justify not going because I still did my Visiting Teaching. It was like having one foot in holy water and the rest of you in ocean. There is only so much protected from the waves. Your foot. Hopefully that makes sense.

I am so blessed that I woke up. I recognized in my own way (while selling in Baltimore) that I didn't want to be a part of the world. People I had to associate with and situations I was put into, made me make a choice. I realized that I may have live in the world but I can choose what I do while in it. When you realize what really is important and right, it isn't so hard to listen and follow.

Life is so much better when you can see what is right and don't screw yourself into a mess. I just wanted to say how grateful I am for my life and my meaning in this world. I am grateful that I know where I am going and not being afraid of the what is next. My life may not always be a batch of strawberries but I know that soon it will be. I am grateful for that knowledge.