Weird Dreams You Sometimes Have When You Are Gluten Free

Went to an Easter party on Friday night. Naturally, they had gluten-filled pizza. Naturally, I didn't eat it. (I fear death). But I went home and dreamt that I found a bunch of pizza and ate (more or less) 7 pieces. Sounds reasonable enough. 

Breakfast

Sometimes you just have to eat a chicken ceasar salad for breakfast even though technically you don't eat birds and technically, salad is not a breakfast food.

The Wise Words of Ms. Jenn

Sometimes sleeping is a great workout. 

Let's climb let's climb let's climb let's climb let's climb

So, I started rock climbing lessons. It turns out that rock climbing is perhaps just the thing I need if I want my lats to look like Mr. Phelps'*

*which I don't, obviously, since he is a man. But seriously, check out his LATS (in all caps). They are twice as big as I am.

I took a lot of pictures of a lot of things today and here they are

How to save a life

I feel like the amount of broccoli on my plate should compensate for the amount of cheese. 

Fall leaves, snow on the ground, spring day

First I was confused, but then I realized narcotic overdoses are probably included in that statistic.  

 Wilderness medicine. Brooke would love this class! Oh wait, Dan and Diane teach it. 

 

DST

There is a special place in Heaven reserved for the inventor of Daylight Savings Time. I'm sure of it.

My Dad

Did I ever tell you that my dad is the coolest? I mean really, legitimately, the coolest. Like how every morning when I wake up, I call my Dad and we just chat for a while while we get ready for work. (I never even realized that you can use while while in a sentence, but you can!) Today while I was making a big decision, he just let me talk it out with him and then helped me be brave and decisive.

Sometimes my Dad says really funny things. In the summer when we play with water he says "My mom says I can't get wet!" When I turn into bossy Liz he says, "You're not the boss of me." When I need to cry, he just smooths my hair and lets me cry it out. When I  start stressing about things that haven't even happened yet, he tells me, "You can keep your dang jack!" and when I get wound up about things that don't matter, he reminds me, "Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff."

I remember the time my dad sat me down in junior high and told me it was time to think about the quality of my friends (he was right). The time he and my cousin talked to me about that CD I bought and helped me decide to get rid of it. The time he showed me how to drive a four wheeler. The time he crashed a four wheeler into the back of ours because he was looking at that moose up on the mountain. The time when he used that bag of cans to keep that other moose from charging at us. The way he lets me just sit in the car and talk his ear off all the way to St. George and sometimes all the way back. The way he buys a Fast Break every time he goes to Maverick, and will always come down to see me when I'm feeling lonely. 

And just to make sure we end this with a song lyric or something profound, I give to you, in honor of my Dad, the words of Yellowcard

Father I will always be that same [girl] that stood by the sea 

and watched you tower over me.

Now I'm older I wanna be 

the same as you. 

Intolerance of Uncertainty

Once upon a time, Kate told me that anxiety is just an intolerance of uncertainty.

In the immortally paraphrased words of Thomas Robinson:

Oh my gosh. I have that.

No, but seriously. I think one of the hardest things about life is that I don't know how it's going to end. I don't even know what's going to be in tomorrow's act.

For a long time, this made it nearly impossible for me to be decisive. Ironically, by refusing to make a decision, I was prolonging the period of uncertainty in my life. I wish I could say that the long time has ended, that I've suddenly and miraculously become extremely decisive. Not so. However, one thing I've learned I'm learning is that uncertainty is going to be with me everywhere I go.

If I take the new job, I might hate it.
If I take a chance on that new boy, it might end badly.
If I buy a house, I might feel an irrepressible need for freedom.
If I join that gym, it might be horrible/awful and I might waste my money.
If if if...

But you know, sometimes, I just have to look myself in the face and tell me that

Everything is Fine

Because everything is fine. Even if it's not all fine right this very second and even if I have no idea what the future is going to hold, I can move forward with the now knowing that God has never failed me yet,  and he probably has no plans to do so in the future, so really, it'll be okay.

Things that are my favorite

Once upon a time a boy told me I was a "good verbal sparring partner" and then complimented me on my wingspan.

I know, right?!