A New Normal

Believing is just the first leap of faith to knowing. Just let that sink in. When I was on my mission, I became known as, what a lot of people called, "That Girl." I was "That Girl" who bore her testimony every fast Sunday since Primary days. I was "That Girl" who knew all the answers during the Primary lessons. I was "That Girl" who loved to go to Seminary, and, lo and behold, I knew all the answers there, too! I was "That Girl" who read her scriptures, and loved analyzing them, and knew all the stories, and understood doctrine. I was "That Girl" who gave a million and one devotionals, (all voluntary, by the way) and lessons, and whatnots. I was "That Girl" who never really questioned anything that was told to me. I was "That Girl." That girl who never had a reason to question anything. I was "That Girl." That girl who never had any real trials. Oh ya, sure, there were those ridiculous momen

July was a tough month. I'm not sure why that is. Maybe because it would have been the month that I would finish up my mission. The way that I planned to, that is. Maybe it's because it would have been when I saw them all again. At the airports with their signs and smiles and hugs. Maybe it would have been when I would come back to the life that I loved and left for a time, and I was would have been excited to be back. I can't pinpoint exactly. But, for whatever reason, July was hard. Extremely hard. And now, it's August. And it's still hard. Mainly because of how I was in July. Angry. Depressed. Apathetic. Rude. Inconsiderate. (I'm in that phase of grieving, I guess.) I'll be the first to admit it. I've been a pain. I know I have. I've avoided people like the plague, for fear of hurting them or exploding at them, or just because I'm annoyed at them and don't want to deal with them. As for those that I do indeed let in, I just