New Beginnings

Each January, the young women of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints host an evening of welcoming for the incoming girls in their ward of that year. It is entitled "New Beginnings." Filled with scripture references, encouraging speeches, and warm wishes, it a great way to introduce these young women into the next chapter of their lives.

Now, it is not January, and I am not an incoming young woman. It is currently 11:26PM on a Tuesday night on June 24th, 2014. I am 19 years old, living in Springville, Utah, and I have been out of the young women's program for over a year now. I am, however, starting a new beginning and have been for a few months.

Over the past 2 years, I have dealt with a massive amount of stress. I've had 4 clean starts, 3 of which turned out pretty well. I've moved 4 times, dealt with a severe and life-changing injury, made friends, lost friends, fell in love, strove to serve a mission, broke my own heart, got on the road to recovery and happiness, and a few other things I'm sure I'm forgetting; all in the past two years, and all of which I will go into further detail in future posts. It's been a ride.

Now, I'm terrible at journaling, but I'm good at getting on my computer and writing out rants to my friends. I've gotten enough positive feedback from it, and after some personal thought and spending an evening discussing the importance of family history and recording our lives, I've decided that a blog is a good way to do it. In other words, I am jumping on the Mormon Blog Bandwagon. But hey, I've got an interesting story to tell, and this is a good way to do it while simultaneously reaching out to others and helping them realize that they are not alone in their struggles and heartaches. I'm also ready to start discussing things in my life that I have been holding in for awhile, because they were painful to talk about; however, I feel that I have reached a point in my life where I am comfortable with who I am. My mistakes and my successes, my falls and my recoveries, my heartbreaking stories and my heartwarming stories-- They're all part of me, and I would not be the person I am without them.

I've made mistakes. And that's okay. I can't go back and undo them. And that's okay. I can, however, move on and live a successful and happy life, regardless of what I've done/been through/recovered from/whatever. This blog will not only be a recollection of my trials, but a description of how I got through them as well. I will also incorporate events happening in present time, as I am learning so much about life on a daily basis.

This post was a little scatterbrained and off, so if you can only take one bit from this post take this: Keep your head up. Everything is okay, and there are always New Beginnings.