BYU

Three years ago I graduated.  That is when it all started.  The kids wanted me to homeschool them. They were begging.  At first I said "no stinking way."  Throughout the summer, I started thinking about it more. I had a good friend mentor me and help me to understand curriculum. Finally the day before school was to start I pulled the kids out of public school.

I was super nervous especially because Skyler was a high schooler.  I would be teaching him and his classes would not be accredited. He wanted to go to BYU.  I researched hours and started a plan to create the perfect BYU applicant.  I knew he needed service, leadership and a great ACT score.

Here we are three years later.  Skyler was just accepted into BYU for fall.  He will skip his senior year of high school and will start college.  We are excited and in shocked.  We knew he had it in him but didn't want to get too excited...just in case.  I know this wasn't all just me.  I have been blessed to know what, how, when and where.  I have been blessed with the right people and the right timing. We moved to Utah for a job and now Skyler can go to BYU his senior year and still live at home.

It worked!

Law School

I have a for real fear of failure.  I don't want anyone to know that I hope to do something, just in case I can't make it happen.

I am hoping that putting this out there pushes me to work harder and make it happen.

I am planning on applying to law school for fall 2017.  It is something that I have wanted to do but always felt like I couldn't make happen.  I am nervous about whether I am capable of getting the score I need on the LSAT.  I think with a year of prep I can bring my score up the 10-12 points I need.

I studied for 3 weeks and took it last Sept and got the same score as my no study practice score.  I was not too happy about that.

 Here goes nothing.

The Running Dream

Book club in our new neighborhood is tonight.  The book is "The Running Dream."  It is a YA book and I almost always struggle with those.  The immature voice drives me nuts.  Maybe it is because I have two teenagers, maybe it is because I loathe whining.  Whatever it is, I have a hard time enjoying most modern YA books.

I got the book on Sunday from a neighbor and have read the first 1/4 of it.  It is about a girl who loves to run, she is better than she has ever been, then she is in an accident and loses her leg.  She is frustrated at the world and bitter. She is definitely whining about it.  So I think to myself, "Come on, this is not the end of the world.  Stop feeling sorry for yourself.  There are lots of amputee runners. You will run again." That is when I realized that I should be saying that to myself.  "Come on, what you are going through is not the end of the world.  Stop feeling sorry for yourself.  You will run again."

I am not an amputee. But I have my share of struggles.  While in them lately I have been complaining and getting frustrated and grumpy.  "Why are things not the way I want them now?"  or "I don't see how they will ever be the way I want them."

For the girl in the book who lost her leg, I can see the whole picture, but she can't.  She is short sided. For me, I can't see the whole picture, but my Heavenly Father can.  He has a plan for me.  I know he is trying to show me the plan and tell me, "You will run again."  And I sit here and whine because I can't run right this moment!

I am trying to see the plan.   I am trying to understand the planning that takes place so that not only I can run but so that I can help my kids run.  I am trying to listen and be grateful for his path for my family.

I am trying and I am beginning to see.

Goals

Moving has placed me "in the depths of despair," as Anne of Green Gables would have put it.  But I have had a few eye opening experiences today that have allowed me to see that I only had a little mud on my shoes and everything will be ok.

I have decided to write down my goals and start focusing and seeing my future.  Building it.  I know sometimes things don't work out the way we want, but on the other hand if we don't have a vision for what we would like, then it really can't turn out the way we want either.

I want to travel.  I want faithful, successful, kind and service oriented children. I want a strong marriage.  I want a paid off house.  I want to serve missions with my husband.  I never wanted to live in Southern California, but with this cold in Utah, I am thinking that I do.