Maybe it was only a matter of time before this was bound to happen, but Sundays are starting to become my favorite day of the week. Close seconds would have to be either what becomes the designated Disneyland day, trek to the temple, institute indulgence, or an amalgam of all of the above (which has happened on a few occasions), and although Sundays do not contain any of these events, there is certainly something special about such a day. I am not sure I have appreciated Sunday for more than what it means to me now. It may have started as the time to sleep in, stay away from practice and exercise, spend three hours at church if not more. Aside from the sleeping in, this momentous day is still all of the same. Now, however, there is so much more to it. The major component of this is definitely the Spirit that has overwhelmed me each Sunday since I arrived here. How can such a simple change in location have such a BIG impact on one's own welfare? Well, as noted, another part of this can be attributed to this great area I now call home. It has reached a toasty 45 degrees tonight and it's hot here, proved by the fire alarm having just been set off. The people here are awesome and such a great example to me. They are amazing people who have taught me a lot and continue to help me grow and move forward with my life in several different ways. I know that I have been brought here for a reason, and if it was for nothing else but to find a place where I can be myself without question, concern, or judgment, I'm almost there. I don't know what will happen a week from today, how I may feel, where I will be, what I plan on doing, and I am nervous and excited for everything coming up. (Fortunately for me, the excitement is massively outweighing the nervousness.) One thing is for sure right now: I heart Sundays. Is this bound to change? Quite possibly, maybe in the next month, maybe in ten years, maybe sooner, maybe later, maybe never. But at the moment, it's simply delicious.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I Heart Sundays
Maybe it was only a matter of time before this was bound to happen, but Sundays are starting to become my favorite day of the week. Close seconds would have to be either what becomes the designated Disneyland day, trek to the temple, institute indulgence, or an amalgam of all of the above (which has happened on a few occasions), and although Sundays do not contain any of these events, there is certainly something special about such a day. I am not sure I have appreciated Sunday for more than what it means to me now. It may have started as the time to sleep in, stay away from practice and exercise, spend three hours at church if not more. Aside from the sleeping in, this momentous day is still all of the same. Now, however, there is so much more to it. The major component of this is definitely the Spirit that has overwhelmed me each Sunday since I arrived here. How can such a simple change in location have such a BIG impact on one's own welfare? Well, as noted, another part of this can be attributed to this great area I now call home. It has reached a toasty 45 degrees tonight and it's hot here, proved by the fire alarm having just been set off. The people here are awesome and such a great example to me. They are amazing people who have taught me a lot and continue to help me grow and move forward with my life in several different ways. I know that I have been brought here for a reason, and if it was for nothing else but to find a place where I can be myself without question, concern, or judgment, I'm almost there. I don't know what will happen a week from today, how I may feel, where I will be, what I plan on doing, and I am nervous and excited for everything coming up. (Fortunately for me, the excitement is massively outweighing the nervousness.) One thing is for sure right now: I heart Sundays. Is this bound to change? Quite possibly, maybe in the next month, maybe in ten years, maybe sooner, maybe later, maybe never. But at the moment, it's simply delicious.
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