Hi all.
It has been a HOT minute since I’ve written.
I graduated from college. 3.74 GPA. Not too bad considering how awful finishing classes online was.
My diploma came in the mail, so I officially did it. Boom baby.
The weekend after finals, I flew to Utah (Saw Kaylee and Sierra, and Tat), was there for less than 24 hours, and then drove cross country with Carlie! It was seriously SUCH a bomb freaking road trip. We saw a few temples, Carlie got pulled over within our first hour of driving (just a warning though), we saw friends in Texas and friends in Louisiana, listened to emo music, took tons of videos, and partied it up in Florida. I met a man while I was there, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I guess I’m a little crazy, so I accepted. Yup. I started dating a man I had just met. (...and may or may not have accepted a promise ring from him). At the time, I felt good about it all. I connected really well with him.
Well, we dated for about a month. I broke up with him because
- He was trying to control my time (would be defensive if I had something to do with my family in the evening, even if I had already talked to him for hours in the day)
- He was pushing me to make decisions I wasn’t ready to make
- Didn’t trust me
- Had a dysfunctional relationship with his mom
- Wasn’t listening to what I was telling him
- Struggled with mental illness
- Said the things that I wanted to hear, not what was real.
- Rushing me
- Not solid in the gospel
Anyway. There were lots of good things too. I felt wanted, pursued, and cared about. He was active towards attaining the future. And I think he genuinely loved me... as much as a person can after knowing them for a month, at least.
Breaking up with him was hard, but it definitely felt like the right thing. And I feel that even more now.
Okay.
Let’s see.
Amanda had her baby. Wow. What an experience that was. Amanda almost died, it was a miracle that she survived honestly. We were in Redmond at the time, and were getting updated from Brandon through phone calls and text messages. There was a point where the situation became dire, that I thought the next call from Brandon would be him telling me that Mandy had died. But we prayed as a family, and I felt very overwhelmed with the feeling that “God is in control”. And I trust God. So I trust that. Iyla had to undergo therapeutic hypothermia in hopes to ward of any brain damage that would be the result of being without oxygen for nearly 15 minutes. She responded GREAT to the treatment, and now mama and baby are doing great! Iyla was born on June 28th.
Hmmmm. So I’ve just been working! It’s a really good flexible job, and I love getting to work with Byron.
I just bought another plane ticket to FLorida, and am sitting in the Denver airport during my 7 hour layover on my way home from visiting Carlie. And it was another great trip.
Anyway, that’s about all I can think about right now.
Here’s to constantly trying to get my life in order.
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