Almost there!

All my paper work is done, I have finished all my doctors appointments and now all that is left is meeting with my stake president. It's so exciting!

Update

I suppose it's been long enough that I should give all my readers a little update. I have had my dental exam and my physical, just a few things to go back for at each place (nothing serious, don't worry) and then I get to talk with my bishop and stake president. Then it's time to wait. My parents are going to Hawaii in January and told me they might put the mail on hold while they're gone so I'm not tempted to open my call if I get it while they're gone. That is not ok with me. I don't care if I have to stare at it for a week, better that than have it sitting at the post office.

It's crazy how life gets complicated when you think everything is going right... That's all I'm going to say on that subject.

Papers

Last week on Wednesday I met with my bishop again after he learned how to start up the paperwork process. He asked me a few questions and then sent me out the door to work on my papers. Frankly though I think we should start calling then forms, it's all done online. The only paper you have to deal with is when you print out the forms for your dentist and doctor to fill out. I don't have to do anything with those though except hand them over.

I have my dentist appointment in a few days and I'm not looking forward to it. I inherited my dad's teeth, in other words they are bad. To make it even worse, I haven't been to the dentist in two years, since before I went to Germany. That was a long time ago.

Speaking of Germany I think it would be way cool to go back. Not that I'm getting my hopes up, I'll go where ever the Lord needs me, but how cool would that be? Anywhere German speaking would be awesome. Then again learning anither language would be cool too. And I know I can do it because I learned German fairly quickly and fairly well considering all the English that was spoken around me. It's so exciting to think of all the different places I could go throughout the country or even the world. It'll be an amazing experience no matter where I go.

First talk

Earlier today I had my first talk with my bishop about going on a mission. As soon as that magic word came out of my mouth he started beaming from ear to ear and even got a little emotional when I told him my story of how I came to my decision. Three of his children have gone on missions, two of which were daughters, and he said it is an amazing thing as a parent to watch a young woman go on a mission because you know they are going because they want to.

Unfortunately I am in a very young singles ward, we were just formed in August, and my bishop has never actually done this process before. I suppose I should have warned him why I wanted the interview, but since I took him by surprise I have to wait until Wednesday to start the paperwork. He has only been through a walk through of how to get it all set up as part of his training as a bishop so he couldn't get the things started online quite yet.

I suppose I'll post again on Wednesday when I actually get my papers started. I already have a dentist appointment set up and an eye appointment. All I need is a complete physical and I should be set as far as medical appointments. Things are all happening so quickly, it's amazing. I couldn't be happier.

It's official!

My decision is made, I have talked to my parents, I will soon be talking to my bishop and I will be starting my mission papers so that I can become a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I couldn't be more excited. It is probably the best decision I have ever made in my entire life.
Any way, I just thought you all should know that.

Vacation

I'm sitting at Denver International Airport right now waiting for my flight to go back home to Salt Lake. It was so nice to be back in my old stomping ground of Parker, Colorado and see some family (some blood and some as good as) and catch up with people. It's hard to leave though. Sometimes I wish I could move back, but then I remember how expensive things are and how much money I don't have. Besides, then I would have to visit Salt Lake all the time because of all my family and friends there. It's just a hard situation, we'll see where life takes me.

As for now the plan is to go on a mission. I'm just counting down the time now until I get home so I can talk to my parents about it. I have to do it. It's not scary, I think it's just Satan holding me back because he doesn't want more missionaries out there leading people to the light. Well guess what buddy? I'm going and I'm going to rock!

I don't much care where I go, although it would be really nice to go back to Germany or somewhere I could use my German skills I already have. If I don't go somewhere like that, a new language would be pretty cool. Spanish would be useful but I'd prefer something like Russian that I don't know at all. On thing I'm not looking forward to though is wearing a skirt all the time. I'll only get to wear other stuff when I sleep and on P-days. That will be hard for me, but it's something I have to do. It's not like it'll kill me.

Well I will keep updating on this blog with new things going on. I also need to talk to my bishop soon because I have some appointments later in the month that I will need to have papers filled out by the doctors. It wasn't my original intent but since I have them I may as well make the most of them and only pay once. Any way, I'll update with more later. Wish me luck telling my parents!

For some reason...

So I made my decision (in reference to an earlier post) but for some reason I am finding it very, VERY hard to tell my parents. I don't get it, they aren't scary people. And it's not like I decided to go kill someone, this will be a very good thing, only blessings can come from it. So why is this so hard? I have blown many opportune moments. I just need to blurt it out but that obviously hasn't happened yet since I made the decision weeks ago.

Hopefully this weekend will give me some courage. I'm going to visit my sister and some old friends in Colorado, maybe they will be able to say the right thing to make me actually tell my parents. I keep telling myself I will do it but when it gets right down to it I can't figure out the right words to say or how to change the topic to me going on a mission... It's a big choice, you'd think I'd want my parents help. Why can't I just tell them? Why do I have to be so intimidated?