Time

The DCP applications came out a little while ago and just closed for spring of 2015. I know this only because I follow every DCP page you could think of on social media lol. It's made me think a ton about time in general. My mom and I went to a Utah State convention thingy in lone tree. We learned a ton of information, and the road of getting there got a little bit brighter. I could see my mom really giving the idea of it a chance. I trust her when she says she's gunna do everything she can to help me get in. We learned that in order to gain instate tuition for the last three years, I would have to stay in Utah for a full 365 days (minus the 30 days they give you for wiggle room) to gain residency. This puts a draw back for my college program. I had hoped that once I had gotten my acceptance letter into USU my senior year, I could apply for the following semester for the college program. So I would graduate high school, attend what I think would be half a semester at USU, and then go to Florida. But now because of the residency issue, I would have to spend my entire freshman year in Utah. Realistically what I would do is the first semester of sophomore year, apply for what would be Spring of 2018. That's a whole year later than what I had hoped for. The only reason that's upsetting is because I could very well see myself being married by that time. I would hate to ask my husband to take another year off of school and go down there with me when he's already taken two off for a mission. Who knows though maybe things could workout with him staying in Utah, or maybe I won't be married by that time at all. This does workout with my friends and their missions though. If I had gone to Florida my freshman year I wouldnt have been able to be see my friends for two and a half years. This way if I went during my sophomore year I would only have 6 months being without them. I hope that makes sence, cuz I plan to do the DCP for one year and their missions will last one year and a half. I'm so excited to do the DCP and I would've loved to do it my freshman year, and I could if I went to BYUI but I truly don't think I could live up there. Spring of 2018 seems so far away, but truly it's only a good three years in two more months. I will be 20 then. I know God will let me go to Florida when I am supposed to though. 

3 years means 36 months, 156 weeks, and 1,095 days. I got this. 

Melissa💛

Heartbreak

The heart is an organ made of muscle. When you work out, little fibers in your muscle tear. The fibers tear so that the muscle can get bigger and stronger. It's painful, but as you continue to work out your muscles become bigger and it becomes less painful. My theory is the heart does the same. Every time you go through emotional pain the fibers in your heart tear. You are literally working your heart out. Every break up, every death, every little problem. But each time the fibers tear, your heart grows back a little bit bigger. And after being torn and torn, the pain gets a little easier. So having your heart tear hurts. But I think it ends the same way any other muscle does, it grows back stronger.

I guess I'm becoming a mini scientist idk,

 

Melissa💛

June 2014

I have been having one of the craziest summers I've had In a long time. We go to Florida ever year as a family and we usually take that trip during the school year. This was the first year we have taken it in the summer and along with the road trip we take every year as a family, it has taken up a lot of time. I really do love spending this time with them, though I would prefer we take to Florida trips. It is nice to see the country though. On this road trip we are going to Rexburg, Idaho for a college visit. Were also gunna stop in Yellowstone. I'm excited to go because that could potentially be the town were I spend four years of my life. It will also be cool to the fault that will literally kill us all when it separates. I just got back from girls camp and I can honestly say this was the first year I actually enjoyed camp. However the first day was awful, so it had looked like history was going to repeat it's self until the second day. I loved the girls in my unit, they were really special to me for some reason. I became closer with the younger beehives whether I had wanted to or not. I think they look up to me. My sister has followed in my sunken foot steps and has hated camp for two years to. Are personalities just aren't built for it. I'm not complaining about the camping part though, I do like that. But if I got through if she can get through it and I guarantee I've had a worse experience considering I was the only fourth year in history to have to come back early from the hike. But that's another story. I saw a lot of myself in a camp leader that I wasn't that close to before. We would say the same little thing and I thought it was funny. She's the first person I could really say 'hey that's how I'm gunna be when I'm older'. My mom made the girls in out unit flip flops half of them loved it and half of them didn't really seem to care. I guess it's the thought that counts. I could go into everything that went wrong and made that first day miserable, but I think I've moved on. Girls camp gave me a lot of time to reflect on my testimony. Sometimes I doubt there's even a God. But it just depends on the day. I know what I want to do in my future I just don't know how I'm going to accomplish it all. But I think I learned this week that God has his own timing. Reagan shared a cool experience she had with me. And it made me realize in order to connect with sone people I need to be doing the daily things that God has asked us to do. I really miss Emmy and I know God will let me know when it's time to do her work. I need to be close to the spirit so I will know when though. Mom and dad might go on a surprise trip in early August, but we will just have to see. I haven't worked much this summer. In fact I'll probably only see max on Saturdays three days out of the whole summer. It's funny because most kids do all their work during the summer, but I'm opposite. I do most of my work during school haha. He is getting so big and I love him with all my heart. Youth conference was fun too. Although I feel like I learned more about a certain boy than I did about the gospel. Lol oh well.
Stay busy,

Melissa💛

Work

I have got a lot of questions about where I "work" so I thought I would answer them. I nanny a one and a half year old boy on Saturdays. The only reason I call myself a nanny is because I watch him almost every Saturday of the year, for 10 hours. His name is Max, and I've watched him every since he was three months old. I literally could ask for a better job. I get paid to do my homework while he sleeps, and I get paid to go to the pool and park with him. It comes with so many perks. If you can get a job as a nanny, DO IT. I've really learned a lot from it to. I have learned to be so responsible, and take care of another human being besides myself. I have learned how to save money, and I now have a car I bought with my own money for five grand. And that's with paying tithing. I know that because I had paid my tithing, I have been able to work almost every Saturday to be able to buy my car. I know God knew how bad I wanted one so he blessed me. I have the most tender moments with Max, and I know it's preparing me to be a better mother. (He does call me mom though so a part of me already feels like I am one lol). So having said this, I love my job.
Good things come from working hard,

Melissa💛

Something New

Okay soo I think my inner Mormon has started to come out and one morning I woke up and thought 'hey I should start a blog'. I've never really kept a journal before, so maybe this can be a little like one. I hope I can keep it interesting, but it's really only going to be what's happening in my life at the the time. Hence the blog title. I'm starting this for me, but hopefully I can also gear it for my friends and family. At the end of a post, I'll sign off with a little thought of the day or the moral of the post. That sounds stupid but it will look cool.. I hope lol. Soo
Welcome to my adventures,

Melissa💛