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There's Something About Dreams

I've been putting this blog off. Maybe it's because when I think about it I tend to get all emotional and stuff..but here we go despite my emotions. Last Sunday I reached my yeariversary (aka my one year anniversary) of living in Utah. Holy Smokes, people. A year ago when I left that small town in Florida I never knew what Utah had in store for me. All I knew was I had a dream to go to BYU and I was doing whatever it took to make it happen. Dreams are funny because when I got into BYU I realized that BYU was great and it was everything I wanted it to be, but it wasn't my only dream. I have learned that the world can be whatever I want it to be. People said when I left that I'd be married in a year, well that one sure didn't happen and I know without any shadow of a doubt that's okay! This year has been one of the most challenging years of my life. It was more challenging than High School romances and break ups, it was more challenging than anything I had ever faced before. I learned a lot about myself and am still learning a lot about myself. Moving away has taught me a lot of things. I never in my life have been more appreciative of my parents and their loving sacrifice to help me fulfill my dreams. I never had missed the southern way of living until moving away. I never knew what it meant to truly be patient and kind when someone doesn't do the dishes and they sit in the sink for days. My grandma says I'm more relaxed now and I believe her. As I have grown up and moved away I have learned that life is what you make it and it's okay to have a little because the reality is I actually have a lot. You can't gain a life without difficult times and you can't be happy when you've never experienced the true feeling of loneliness. This past year the most important thing I have learned is to rely on my Savior. There have been countless times where I have felt like giving up and moving back home. I found myself praying in desperation to find the sense of peace and comfort that I feel now. None of that would have been possible without my faith. I know that at this point in my life Heavenly Father wants me to be in Utah. He wants me to experience the things I have been experiencing. Remembering Heavenly Father is easy when you're struggling, it's in the times of happiness that people tend to forget. I have learned that each and every success I have had this year is from my Heavenly Father and He has my back no matter what.

For this last little bit I would like to express my love and appreciation for everyone who has been placed into my life this past year.

To my family & friends back home- Thank you for giving me the chance to find my true self and to follow my heart. I have never felt more loved and I am so grateful.

To my family in Utah (Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents, ect)- Thank you for opening up your hearts and your homes. I have never felt like a burden and I always feel welcome. Without you all, I truly wouldn't have made it this far. I am grateful for the chance that I have gotten to know you more and to be able to feel of your sweet spirits. Heavenly Father has blessed me with the best support system knowing I have you.

To my new-found friends- Thank you for putting up with me and loving me in spite of my many flaws. I have learned so much from each of you and I will never forget the memories I have made.

To everyone else- I am grateful for you taking the time to read my blog posts and to support me in all my decisions. I feel of your love and I want you to know that you have impacted my life more than you will ever realize.

I have a testimony that I know Jesus Christ lives. I have felt it personally confirmed in my life this past year and without that I wouldn't be where I am today. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and wants me to be happy. He has made it possible for me to be here today and to be as happy as I am. I know that families are forever and I know that I have been blessed with amazing people in my life. I am grateful. I am happy. I am loved. I am BLESSED.


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