Friday, October 19, 2012

Anxiety.

I have gone back and forth with myself (let me tell you there is nothing worse than fighting with yourself) regarding moving. I don’t care for my apartment that I have lived in for the past year and a half but every time I start to look at moving, I get anxiety. Let me explain:

1. I don’t want to sign a lease.

I am not sure how long I will be in Los Angeles, at my job, and all that fun stuff. Therefore, I hate committing to live in a place that I am not definite I will live there.

2. Living in LA it is hard to decide where you can live.

Unlike most cities where you can find something online, go check it out, and move in, here in LA, you have to know about crime and parking, and roaches (yes roaches). Growing up I never saw a roach. In fact, we were taught that if you had roaches, you were dirty. Here in LA, they are a free roommate. Don’t worry if you only wanted to live alone, they bring their family members by the masses and put up camp. Also, I just asked a friend about an area and his response was, “lots of Asians and lots of drugs.” I am not racist but those two combined, makes me weary.

3. 5 miles could be over an hour.

You have to consider where you are driving and what time because there could be a lot of factors that come in to play when you are driving to and from work during peak hours.

My main problem really is that I don’t know where I will be after the first of the year. I want to move so bad. I would like to pack up all my bags and move out of the country, truth be told, but that is harder to find a job. I would stay where I currently am, because rent is cheap and I feel safe, if it wasn’t for the roaches I have to keep dealing with. Then again, I don’t want to pay $2,000 a month and perhaps roaches just come with the territory. I am normally so good with decisions, I just feel like a lot is up in the air with my life and this makes me quite uncomfortable. I am a planner. I like to know things. The unknown is somewhat frightening and yes, this is why I am sitting here having bursts of anxiety moments on this lovely Friday morning. The good news is I look cute today :)

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Casual Sex.

I am sitting here at work listening to my co-worker talk about her “date” last night. Now, I place the word in brackets because I don’t call it much of a date when it is more or less a planned hook-up for casual sex. A date consists of three things; entertainment, food, and romance. In Mormon terms you will hear, when the entertainment becomes the romance it is time to get married or get out. (Little humorous since Mormons can only kiss… or should only kiss, prior to marriage). At any rate, she is going on about how they have been seeing each other for six months but he is not ready to date anyone right now. I tell her that simply means he isn’t into her for more than what she can give to him, in that moment. Confident that they have an agreement and that they just have fun together, I lay it down without being bashful. I hate to break it to her but that is a line of BS. I don’t care who you are, how much you have been hurt, how recent your last break-up was, when the right person comes along you know it. When the wrong person comes along you also know it. I look at dates as more of an interview process, I mean, essentially, I am weeding through the positive and negative qualities and making my imaginary list of the man I would like to date and marry. Granted, this elimination process can also cause trouble when you find yourself only searching for the perfect person and sticking firm to your guns. Not everyone, or anyone, will be perfect but the act of dating sure does help you recognize the things you just can’t live without, and the things you just can’t live WITH.

Casual sex is such a joke for me. I mean, I understand when you aren’t Mormon, you don’t have the standards we are taught, and you have sex with a partner. That part makes sense, however, opening your house and your legs for a man that doesn’t even appreciate you, is straight up stupid and a representation of your insecurity. He called her yesterday and asked, “are you feeding me?” What happened to chivalry? If a guy asked me if I was feeding him, I would tell him to feed himself. I am a very generous person. I enjoy giving gifts more than receiving gifts but I have also come to realize that I need to not give, give, give. A man is perfectly capable of showing interest and putting forth effort. If you are constantly chasing after someone for their attention, you need to give up. The more you let a guy take advantage of you, the more he is going to. You can feed yourself lines all day long that you are not ready for a relationship, or that you are just having fun but at the end of the day, you are secretly wishing for that prince charming fairytale ending, one that I have never seen begin with casual sex!

Glowing.

“Are you getting married?” Was the question I received as I walked into the kitchen this morning, she proceeded with, “your face is glowing.” I had to chuckle as I told her no, I would need to date someone seriously for that to happen. She then asked about Andi. I haven’t really talked about him to anyone so most people either think that we are still dating, or they just don’t ask. Besides Gabby in the kitchen this morning, and two co-workers this week, I had three people at church ask me on Sunday how he was doing and my response was, “You would know just as much as I would know!” It has been two months so I thought for the most part I had dodged a bullet having to answer questions or talk about the situation. I find myself to be a VERY open book but there are also some aspects of my life that I just don’t talk about. I tend to divert the attention from myself and talk more about other people and their problems, especially being Relief Society president. I feel like talking about myself opens me to be vulnerable, unless of course you are a close friend… then you hear the play by play of my life (sorry Cait). At any rate… today we are going to talk about escalators, since that was my thought process this morning.

I have a routine. There are two options from the parking garage to come up to the elevators into the building; take the escalator, or take the garage elevators to ground level. I decided that if I was going to take the escalators, I would walk up them, not be sedentary. I view this as my morning workout especially since I am lazy (although I just bought a gym membership so that is subject to change :) ). Sometimes I get slightly disturbed when I see someone get on before me as I quickly contemplate in my mind if they will be a walker or a stander. This morning I walked the first set of escalators and sure enough, someone was just standing. The man in front of me must have been slightly more persistent than I in his need to walk up the escalator because at the next flight break, she stepped off to the side to let the two of us walk the remainder of the escalator stairs. It is the simple things in life that bring a smile to my face. Heck maybe it was even that victory that made my face glow :). I feel like I accomplished something and it is only 8 am :)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Half Full.

I like the ends of bread. I view this kind of like brownies. Most people are divided between liking the corners, and liking the middle pieces, each for their respective reasons. When it comes to bread, I tend to seek out the ends. The pieces that people leave in the bag and choose to discard, I view as the only worthy pieces of bread.

Why?

The ends are the most nutritious and tasty. It’s like you are getting something extra special with one part of cut bread and one part of a heel. I am odd, I completely understand and accept this. The point of this awesome bread story is that this morning I went into the kitchen at work, to toast up my bread end and it was gone! I had to settle for the next best thing. At first I was slightly disappointed, you know how it is when you think of something in your mind, you want it, then you don’t get it? Yes, I had that moment. I came back to my desk and read an email that had this in the body:

“I have no cause for complaint, only reasons to be appreciative.”

It was in response to asking someone how they were. It made me think that all too often we are quick to jump the gun and complain about all the crappy things that are going on in our life because, well, we let them consume us. If we changed our perspective, I know easier said than done, but if we changed our perspective and sought out the things we have to be appreciative for (like the fact that my work even provides free breakfast in the first place) we would be more appreciative. You know that old saying, is the glass half full or half empty? I say we seek to look at reasons the glass is always half full.

“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”

Happy hump day!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Impatient.

We all know I have no patience. I also refuse to pray for it because then I'll be given loads of trials to learn it :) I was attempting to grow my hair out but last night I chopped it off again, and went lighter.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Happiness.

'I've learned the hard way that change is one of God's greatest gifts, and most useful tools. Change can push us, pull us, rebuke and remake us. It can show us who we've become, in the worst ways, and also in the best ways. I've learned that it's not something to run away from, as though we could, and that in many cases, change is a function of God's graciousness, not life's cruelty.' Shauna Niequist

A friend of mine posted this quote on Facebook and it made me stop and think. People do not like change. I on the other hand embrace change, as in change my hair cut or color every 6 weeks, change around the furniture in my apartment, change activities I do throughout the week and with friends, because I tend to get bored easily. However, there are a lot of people that cannot grasp the concept of change, they become accustomed to a certain style of living, a certain pattern of life, and whenever anything changes it throws them for a loop. To take things a little more in-depth, certain changes, as in things within the direction of life, can definitely turn my world upside down and I believe that is the change Shuana Niequist is quoting above. I am not sure I agree that change can show us what we have become as much as I agree that how we respond, accept, and react to change is what shows us what we have become. When we are presented with challenges in life there is always an easy way and a hard way to deal with what is before us. Normally the easy way is a quick instant gratification fix but does nothing to actually teach us and help us grow. Take for example receiving constructive criticism at work, the easy thing to do would be to disagree, quit your job, and find a new place that doesn’t tell you there are things you need to change. The hard way however, or the way that would take more effort, is in sticking in the current spot and working your way through the challenging moments to learn and to grow.

Yesterday in church there were two speakers that were asked to talk on a conference talk that they had enjoyed from our most recent General Conference. Of the 27 different talks these two girls, unbeknownst to each other, had chosen the same talk. Some would call that coincidence, I call that a necessity for us to hear a certain message within that talk. The talk was called, Of Regrets and Resolutions by President Dieter F. Uchtodorf. (You can read the full talk here: http://www.lds.org/general-conference/print/2012/10/of-regrets-and-resolutions?lang=eng) The overall message was that WE, yes you, determine your happiness. That just because there is change in your life, that just because things aren’t going the way you had planned, you can still be happy. Many people think that if they get married, or have kids, or get a better job, or make more money, or have a better car, that they would be happier. Sure, all those things may be great but happiness lies within regardless of your present circumstances. There is a great book I read once that is called, Man’s Search for Meaning, wherein Victor Frankl, relays that we cannot choose the circumstances that happen to us but we CAN choose how we react to them.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Remember that one time.

...that I tried to work out and was in pain for days? Ya, that just happened. On Wednesday night after writing two horrendous papers for my research and psychoanalysis classes I had an hour long debate with myself regarding working out. Here comes my justification, TECHNICALLY, it's not my fault I'm so out of shape since I've been out of commission while doctors were poking and probing trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I've finally decided that since we can't figure out what's wrong with me, I might as well just try and work out. I have these 'Insanity' videos that I thought would be good to start with and I wouldn't have to leave the house. Twelve minutes into the workout and I text my best friend that she may need to call an ambulance. I'm a wuss, shut off the video and went back to eating a bowl of ice cream. Ok, that's a lie, I can't eat ice cream, but if I could...

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk all day and didn't really get up much. By 4pm I could barely walk my calves were so tight. I now understand why it's so easy to be lazy, this much pain after doing something good is definitely not fun. But it made me think, the refining process we go through is not always fun and can definitely hurt at moments all the while good changes are occurring. Sometimes we need a little pain to not only remind us that we are alive, but also to let us know that if we keep up the hard work, the results will pay off.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Brad Pitt.

I rarely remember my dreams, in fact, sometimes I secretly wish they were better than they are (just sleep). Well I suppose last night fulfilled that request since I completely missed my alarm for work and remember my dream quite vividly. I hope those two factors don't always go hand in hand.

The building I work in has stars coming in constantly. Brad and Angelina were in there last week and my co-worker stated, their house in LA is over by where you live, I'm surprised you don't ever see them. Brad rides around on his motorcycle with a gold glitter helmet too.

Something in that conversation had to of stuck in my head because last night, while dreaming, Brad was at my apartment in the back where cars park with his motorcycle. I went outside, right up to him and introduced myself. We started talking and became friends even amongst the paparazzi. The dream felt so real that I woke up with a cat jumping on me, clearly wanting food because they are underfed and malnourished (joke...insert obese cat picture here) and I had no clue where I was at... at 7 am when that is the time in supposed to be at work.

Fun hang session Brad. I'll meet you tomorrow for a ride on your motorcycle just don't make me late for work again, I don't have your paycheck and can't afford to lose my job.

Monday, October 8, 2012

A Better Fit.

I always love how I constantly think I know what I want, and then as I wait patiently (or impatiently for the most part). I watch and observe things work out and I realize that I should have just let God do the work from the beginning.  Sometimes I get really resistant, I know, you're thinking "Nicole, be rebellious and stubborn?! Change doesn't necessarily always come with open arms and perhaps that may be why trials have to happen because if it wasn't for humbling experiences we wouldn't change on our own.

We have such a small grasp on life, what is meant for us, what/where we will go and be. Certain trials and obstacles come along that throw us off the desired and planned course and it seems as though it is the end of the world, until our life takes a new direction and we finally realize WHY things needed to change.  Today I had a glimpse of why my life has been somewhat turbulent. For the past year and a half I was placed in this department at work where I essentially had no room to grow in and every time I would be so resistant to leave the department because I felt that it meant I wasn't doing a good job.  I had the opportunity to work in another department today where I flourished and had a lot of fun in the process.  It made me stop and realize that just because things don't work out in an aspect of our life, it doesn't mean we failed, it simply means there is a better fit out there for us.

Fall.

Is my favorite. The leaves begin to change colors (not in California) the weather becomes brisk, and I get happy. If I could pick my favorite season it would be fall. My favorite holiday, Christmas (but because I LOVE to give presents), Thanksgiving, Halloween, all come to mind with this change in season. I wish I lived in a place where I really saw seasons but for now, I'll settle with 65 degrees. It has been scorching hot lately so this change is highly appreciated. There's nothing I enjoy more than going for a walk, drinking hot cocoa (I'll wait for it to get a little cooler for that) and wearing boots!

Happy fall :)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Thankful.

Quite the turn in perspective from my last post but hey, everyone needs to vent every now and then :) I can't be anything less than completely happy at this moment, I just finished two days of amazing gospel-centered messages.  If you missed General Conference or don't know what it is, I urge you to click this link and be ready to have your socks knocked off! https://www.lds.org/general-conference/october-2012-landing-page?lang=eng

Quite a few times I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude for this gospel and for the love of my Savior (even brought to tears) . I wanted to clarify, although I may be in the midst of some trials, I never once doubt the love my Savior has for me, nor do I wish I did not have these trials for I know they shape and form me into the person I am meant to be. No matter how many trials we have in our life, there is always SOMETHING to be grateful for, there are always blue skies just waiting for the clouds to pass.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Rough Patch.

Last night I came home from a photo shoot only to find my hot water was broken. After pining through my phone for people that lived in the near vicinity that I could use their shower, I decided to rock it old school like my grandma and boil hot water on the stove. In case you're wondering, that's a lot of pots to boil but I was determined to have a hot bath after the day I'd had. I could go as far as saying the month...or two for that matter but who is counting? I'm not one to complain but having to hold my head strong for everyone around me has been tough when I'm so engulfed in trials. My friend Beca used to always say that since my life was so exciting she, "lived vicariously" through me. Yesterday she said, I'm tired of living vicariously through you, your life sucks right now. Truth be known, I agree. Although I'm not quite like Job, I am feeling his pain. There is not one area of my life that isn't being attacked right now.

Love. (I'm in love with a guy that no one compares to. A guy that stole my smile almost two months ago when he left. My best friend and the only man I've ever truly loved. I've realized that being without your best friend in the midst of trials is the worst)

Family. (My brother, man I love that man more than anything, is going through the roughest time of his life and I just want to wrap my arms around him constantly. I'd take his place for him if I could)

Health. (I just went to get my final results from the last surgical procedure and still nothing. They want me to swallow a camera but in the meantime I haven't been able to eat anything without bloating up like a balloon for three months)

Work. (If I knew why, I'd be a millionaire, but the Human Resources girl at my work has it out for me and she's making my life hell. Just yesterday I was told people don't like me, I am not good at my job and I'd never get hired into a position in my department. I hate how easily that woman makes me cry)

School. (I'm in two of the hardest and demanding classes I've been in thus far and knowing that I'm quitting in November gives me no motivation)

Church. (To say my calling is tough is an understatement. I feel like a dr that is always on call. I don't get much help from my counselors and barely come up for air.)

I keep trucking but man, last night I had a slight breakdown with the Lord in my prayers. Trials come so we can learn, I can't figure out what I'm missing and why all this is happening...right now at the same time! I'm trying to stay positive but I'm only human. I do love and am grateful for my best friend Cait because without her and of course the scriptures and the temple, I'd be lost.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

One Key to a Happy Family

Dieter F. Uchtdorf's most recent talk in the Liahona.

One Key to a Happy Family

The great Russian author Leo Tolstoy began his novel Anna Karenina with these words: “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”1 While I do not have Tolstoy’s certainty that happy families are all alike, I have discovered one thing that most have in common: they have a way of forgiving and forgetting the imperfections of others and of looking for the good.

Those in unhappy families, on the other hand, often find fault, hold grudges, and can’t seem to let go of past offenses.

“Yes, but …” begin those who are unhappy. “Yes, but you don’t know how badly she hurt me,” says one. “Yes, but you don’t know how terrible he is,” says another.

Perhaps both are right; perhaps neither.

There are many degrees of offense. There are many degrees of hurt. But what I have noticed is that often we justify our anger and satisfy our consciences by telling ourselves stories about the motives of others that condemn their actions as unforgivable and egoistic while, at the same time, lifting our own motives as pure and innocent.

The Prince’s Dog

There is an old Welsh story from the 13th century about a prince who returned home to find his dog with blood dripping down its face. The man rushed inside and, to his horror, saw that his baby boy was missing and his cradle overturned. In anger the prince pulled out his sword and killed his dog. Shortly thereafter, he heard the cry of his son—the babe was alive! By the infant’s side lay a dead wolf. The dog had, in reality, defended the prince’s baby from a murderous wolf.

Though this story is dramatic, it demonstrates a point. It opens the possibility that the story we tell ourselves about why others behave a certain way does not always agree with the facts—sometimes we don’t even want to know the facts. We would rather feel self-justified in our anger by holding onto our bitterness and resentment. Sometimes these grudges can last months or years. Sometimes they can last a lifetime.

A Family Divided

One father could not forgive his son for departing from the path he had been taught. The boy had friends the father did not approve of, and he did many things contrary to what his father thought he should do. This caused a rift between father and son, and as soon as the boy could, he left home and never returned. They rarely spoke again.

Did the father feel justified? Perhaps.

Did the son feel justified? Perhaps.

All I know is that this family was divided and unhappy because neither father nor son could forgive each other. They could not look past the bitter memories they had about each other. They filled their hearts with anger instead of love and forgiveness. Each robbed himself of the opportunity to influence the other’s life for good. The divide between them appeared so deep and so wide that each became a spiritual prisoner on his own emotional island.

Fortunately, our loving and wise Eternal Father in Heaven has provided the means to overcome this prideful gap. The great and infinite Atonement is the supreme act of forgiveness and reconciliation. Its magnitude is beyond my understanding, but I testify with all my heart and soul of its reality and ultimate power. The Savior offered Himself as ransom for our sins. Through Him we gain forgiveness.

No Family Is Perfect

None of us is without sin. Every one of us makes mistakes, including you and me. We have all been wounded. We all have wounded others.

It is through our Savior’s sacrifice that we can gain exaltation and eternal life. As we accept His ways and overcome our pride by softening our hearts, we can bring reconciliation and forgiveness into our families and our personal lives. God will help us to be more forgiving, to be more willing to walk the second mile, to be first to apologize even if something wasn’t our fault, to lay aside old grudges and nurture them no more. Thanks be to God, who gave His Only Begotten Son, and to the Son, who gave His life for us.

We can feel God’s love for us every day. Shouldn’t we be able to give a little more of ourselves to our fellowmen as taught in the beloved hymn “Because I Have Been Given Much”? The Lord has opened the door for us to be forgiven. Wouldn’t it be only right to put aside our own egotism and pride and begin to open that blessed door of forgiveness to those with whom we struggle—especially to all of our own family?

In the end, happiness does not spring from perfection but from applying divine principles, even in small steps. The First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve Apostles have declared: “Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ. Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities.”

Forgiveness is positioned right in the middle of these simple truths, founded on our Heavenly Father’s plan of happiness. Because forgiveness connects principles, it connects people. It is a key, it opens locked doors, it is the beginning of an honest path, and it is one of our best hopes for a happy family. May God help us to be a little more forgiving in our families, more forgiving of each other, and perhaps more forgiving even with ourselves. I pray that we may experience forgiveness as one wonderful way in which most happy families are alike.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Life is Too Short. (and so am I).

I am a people pleaser. I tend to do things for everyone else but myself, making sure others are happy and at ease and in the midst of it all, I forget myself.  Unfortunately, we don't have control over anyone's happiness but our own.  We can do and act in sincere and kind ways but whether or not those good intentions and deeds are recognized is not within our control.  

After running around for eleven straight hours today,  I paused to think that perhaps I am burning my wick at both ends. Certain areas of my life, yes, I will remain vague, I feel that I have been putting myself out continually only to be let down or disappointed and I suppose I have reached my breaking point. I am not saying that one should EXPECT things when they bring forth good deeds but I am saying that we shouldn't exhaust ourselves on the same situations and people if we know it is only going to hinder our own happiness. 

Think about the people or things in your life that are draining and perhaps it is time to let them be.  You can't constantly fight for love and appreciation that others do not want to give.  You can't make someone love you, you can't make someone appreciate you, you can only do your best at bringing forth Christlike attributes and in so doing, the right people will acknowledge and reciprocate that love.

Simple Things.

I was reading in Genesis yesterday and came across a verse;
"The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence."

My little pea brain couldn't wrap itself around that thought. How was the earth corrupt before God if God created the earth. I tried to delve into the scriptures but I had to leave for meetings so I figured I'd just approach it later.

Later became in Sunday school where I asked two people what that scripture meant. They were puzzled as well and didn't have an answer. I asked one more person if he had any clue what it meant and within seconds he replied, it was corrupt before God, as in, in front of God. The lightbulb went off and there was an ah hah moment. How the heck did I miss something so simple? And how many things in the scriptures are like that that people misunderstand?

With General Conference coming up this weekend I want to train myself to search for the simplicity in things. Sometimes our brains over think and we miss the answers right in front of our eyes.

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