COME WHAT MAY

Right now, life is so, so good. Things are by no means perfect, but they are nice.

I am in the nursing program and it’s a pretty overwhelming semester, and I’m working thirteen hours a week—which isn’t much, I know, but it’s more than I’ve ever worked during school—and I’m trying to figure out all the enormous things that are supposed to fill in my teeny-tiny cracks of time: gymming and cooking and socializing and dating and volunteering and churching.

At the start of the semester I was super nervous about all of this, but I took a good look at one of the quotes on my wall and decided to stop looking at it and start listening to it:

I had always kind of looked at this counsel and pushed it to the side of my brain. I didn’t want to love the “bad” things that came my way. I wanted to complain about them! I wanted to make a stink! But I examined my attitudes and how happy I was when I complained—and the answer? Surprise, surprise! I never got happier.

So I decided to take this evidence and learn from it. I decided to try out a whole new experiment, a “loving what comes” experiment. And it’s going pretty well. It is sometimes a challenge, because, really, who wants to be ok with the bad stuff? But so far, it’s working out alright. I’m making friends, really good friends, which is something I didn’t think would happen at the start of this semester. I like my ward (even though I don’t know anybody) and my classes are interesting (even though they are 3-hr lectures) and the hospital is a really cool place to be every week (even when it’s exhausting) and work is a nice study break where I get to get paid (!). So life is good. And stuff is coming my way and I (am learning to) love it.