Sometimes I think I try too hard to live up to the happy, bubbly personality so many people know in me. Like there's something glorified in being unchangeably happy, no matter the circumstance. But the truth is, sometimes life is hard. And it's okay to be sad; humans are created to feel all kinds of emotion. We're supposed to. It's easy to be optimistic when things are going well. But is that the point? I think that maybe character happens when the ugly of life is staring you in the face... and you have to find a way to still see the beautiful.
The specialists think I'm making slow progress, but I'm still in a wheelchair for now. They're hoping I recover by Christmas... But it's still a little bit up in the air. We're figuring things out and we're getting through. Only time will tell. I'm clinging to my faith that it will all be okay, and I'm counting my blessings as we keep moving forward.
"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
- Gordon B Hinckley
