A Project

I decided I wanted a way to accomplish two tasks.  First I wanted to be able to digitize my journals from the time I turned in my mission papers to just after returning home from serving a mission.  Second I wanted to be able to post real experiences about my life now.  Each of my posts will contain an abridged (only the important and relevant information) but otherwise unedited version of a past journal and a current life experience.

***January 1, 2004
          It feels kind of weird starting up this "journal" idea again.  I guess I'll just be "shaking hands" for a while - feeling things out.  It's like I'm not comfortable with being open with the thoughts and ideas that travel back and forth across my mind.  As if putting them down on paper somehow makes it real and alive.  At the very least it makes them, these thoughts, available for future reference.
          I feel conflicted.  My heart isn't making it very easy to live.  In my mind I know I need to focus on going on a mission.  But my heart is very scared.  My brain won't ever understand my heart.  It has all become very complicated.  I think I make it that way though.  I know things can be very simple if I let them.  And I think I am finally coming to understand that concept.  Life doesn't have to be any harder then I make it for myself.  And I know, I know, that I need to be able to trust my heart and with that let go of the insecurities I conjure up for myself in my mind.

1 November 2012

I had been considering working on this blog for a few days now.  This morning I got an email from wordpress saying that November is National post on your blog month or something like that.  It seemed like the arrow that was pointing in the direction of start here Kimosbe.  I would like to say that in the hour it took me to start up this blog I have let my kids run a muck of the house and will probably spend the rest of the day cleaning up as repentance for letting them play unattended.  Luckily I checked on them while they were playing in Lloyd's room, because they were sitting in the window again.  I reminded them to stay off the window sill because if they fell out of the window, they would fall off the house.  They would be hurt and I would be sad.  That explanation seemed enough for them to stay out of the window area with out unnecessarily raising my voice or  making threats on snacks and movies.

Thursday is organize something in the house day on my cleaning schedule.  Today was supposed to be the day I focused cleaning out Alessandra's room, but it looks like I will end up being a home-recuperation day from too much Halloween fun yesterday.