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4.06.2012

Spring of Paring Down


Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with cooking or how to shop for the perfect paring knife. Foodies be warned!

If I counted how many coats, t-shirts and shoes I have I would be ashamed to write the number here. If I added all of my purses, scarves and gloves you’d think I was joking. I have a habit of holding onto clothes and shoes in case (“What if? What if?!”) I need them in the future. I always dread the day I’ll search for an item in my closet and then woefully remember, “Oh yeah, I donated that last year.”

My closet is like a time capsule. I can recall where I bought almost every item and which ones were gifts. I remember how much of a discount I got and the significant events I wore them to. Giving away a shirt or a hoodie is like giving away a packet of memories. For the past few months I’ve had a “To donate” pile in my bathroom. It just sits there. Every once in a while I add to the pile. Occasionally I pull an item out for rescue.

Clothes and shoes are only the tip of the iceberg. For lack of better words I have a lot of “just about everything.” I have a ton of inexpensive jewelry (hello Forever 21!), lotion (a popular birthday gift), old birthday cards and playbills. My collection of nail polish is so extensive I can hardly close my bathroom drawer without routine reorganizations. The presence of three different curling irons in said drawer isn’t much help.

I also have a problem area in my living room which has been boiling over for a while. My collection of scrap fabric and ribbon for craft projects is out of control! It used to fit in a plastic drawer set but lately it has spread to a few additional baskets and boxes and every once in a while it escapes onto the kitchen counter. Naughty, naughty!

I decided on this “Spring of Paring Down” seasonal theme almost a month ago. I tackled my fabric drawers first and made this entire wreath using fabric I already had. Not a bad start, right?

Looking around my apartment I know there is more I can do. I need to cut down my leftover inventory from my out-of-commission Etsy shop. I absolutely have to turn my old clothes and shoes in to Deseret Industries. I need to paste all of my souvenir tickets into my long-abandoned scrap book. Literally I want to get rid of half the stuff in my apartment. I am going to use the month of April to tackle all of this and then I’m going to spend May and June maintaining the new-found sanity.

In short Phase One will involve attacking these problem areas:

A. Closet: Pull every item out of my closet which I haven’t worn for one year. Say goodbye.

B. Bathroom drawers: Chuck all old nail polishes. Get rid of superfluous items.

C. Desk: Collect all tickets and other sentimental scraps. Slap them into scrapbook.

D. Fabric drawers & Etsy inventory: Organize all remaining fabric and ribbon. Re-open Etsy shop and sell everything at a deep discount.

E. Basement storage area: Remove all unused furniture/decoration items. Give them away.

Phase Two (read: maintenance) will test my resolve but I think if I make it all the way to June without re-cluttering my life then I can probably make it the rest of the year. If I can make it the rest of the year then maybe I can make it the rest of my life. Well, the rest of my “single” life at least.

If this doesn’t count as “paring down” I don’t know what does. I am already excited to see the progress. Happy Spring Cleaning to all and to all a good night!

10.06.2011

Fall of Fortune

Fortunes rise, fortunes fall. This fall I’m going to make sure my fortune rises. Specifically I have a goal to have $______ in my bank account by New Year’s Eve. “How much was that?” Let’s just say I hope to save up enough money to pay for a few months of rent as well as my car insurance and/or health care deductible. I have been very lucky in that I’ve never gotten into a car wreck or had to go to the hospital as an adult. My car (which I paid off in August!) has been reliable and I have never had a problem with it that couldn’t be attributed to user error.

My most recent mechanically-related reality check happened three weeks ago. I took my car in for its 80,000 mile check-up and found out that I needed new four new tires. Ouch. (This was largely due to the fact that I hadn’t rotated my tires once in the last two years.) I had anticipated the mechanic visit would cost about $150 (actual cost $170) but I did NOT anticipate buying four new tires (estimated cost $650). Some of you may be thinking, “I hope you didn’t buy the tires! The mechanic was just trying to rip you off!” but I was planning to take a day-long road trip four days later and I didn’t want to take any chances with blowing out a tire and messing up the undercarriage of my car. Plus, cars with minimal damage tend to explode in movies and I really didn’t want to have to deal with being blown up or having to look for a new car if I survived.

Thanks to a warrantee and an instant rebate at Costco, I was able to buy all four tires and have them installed for $550. I considered myself lucky. I would much rather learn a $700 lesson than a $7,000 lesson. What is the $700 lesson of the day? ROTATE YOUR TIRES EVERY 6,000 MILES. Got it!

6.17.2011

My 10-Year Plan

Today my sister and brother-in-law celebrate their 10-year wedding anniversary. They got married eight days after I graduated high school and while I was sad to see the spotlight so swiftly shifted away from me, in hindsight I see I gained the best brother-in-law ever. He has brought so much to my family and, although I didn’t think it was possible, he has increased my sister’s ‘cool’ factor. Way to go cunhado!

Reflecting on the 10 years that have passed since high school has made me a little wary of the upcoming 10. I have often pestered myself for not having a five- or even three-year plan. Tonight, in honor of my sister’s anniversary, I’m setting out to do the impossible: write a 10-year plan. Let’s go!

YEAR ONE (June 2011-June 2012) Age 28

This is the year I am going to FIGURE OUT MY CAREER. Seriously. I’ve already been saying this for six months. Enough with the talk and on with the walk. If anyone has suggestions I’m game.

This is also the year I’ll finish Suzuki Book 2 and move onto Suzuki Book 3. Along the way I will learn how to play vibrato which will be SO exciting. It might take me an entire year to learn how to do it but I know I have the best violin teacher and she’ll be with me every step of the way.

I’ve dubbed 2011 as my “photography year” and although I’m very much a beginner I know that practice is key. Plus, reading the manual would probably help so that’s going on the list, too.

Travel destination: Southern Caribbean cruise. I’d love to go to St. Lucia, Curacao, Grand Turk, Aruba and more.

Fitness goal: Buy a road bicycle and start training. Run a 10k and finish in 55 minutes or fewer.

YEAR TWO (June 2012-June 2013) Age 29

Travel destination: Brazil. I would like to be able to go back every three years and I am due in fall 2012. Can’t wait!

Next priority: Survive December 21st. Yeah!

In February 2013 I will hit my five-year mark with my current employer and I’ll earn a four-week sabbatical (that’s right – four weeks in a row of paid time-off)! Right now the plan is to go to Europe and see EVERYTHING. Think I can do it?

Fitness goal: Run a 10k and finish in 50 minutes or fewer. Join some kind of cycling group.

If the stars align: Get married in 2013. (That would be two years from now and I don’t think that’s asking for too much. Seriously!)

YEAR THREE (June 2013-June 2014) Age 30

Educational goal: For real, I have to decide if I’m going to pursue business school. 30 is my “drop-dead” deadline. If not, I’ll have to face the music and learn how to cook instead. I honestly don’t know which one would be harder.

Fun goal: Have the BEST 30th birthday party ever. Everyone and their dog is going to know that I’m turning 30. (I always hear great things from people in their 30s. I think it will be an awesome time.)

Outlandish goal: Run a ½ marathon. Even crazier: Learn how to swim. (Currently I only know how to doggie paddle, tread water and back float. Lame!)

Travel destinations = Australia, New Zealand and/or Tahiti.

YEAR FOUR (June 2014-June 2015) Age 31

MOVE BACK TO CALIFORNIA. Hopefully the economy will have recovered by then. (Is that even possible?)

Have my first baby. Yeah!

YEAR FIVE (June 2015-June 2016) Age 32

Fitness: Participate in a triathlon of some sort. It could be a relay or just a short distance individual event.

For the remainder of the year: Recover from the triathlon and ponder my insanity for choosing to do something so punishing.

YEAR SIX (June 2016-June 2017) Age 33

BUY A HOUSE. Immediately adopt two cats. (Outdoor cats, of course.) I really miss having cats but I don’t want to go through the hassle of finding an apartment that allows for pets. I’d also like to try my hand at raising a dog but I’m pretty sure I’ll be terrible at training one. Hubby will have to do that.

Bust out Baby #2. Be sure not to give it a crazy “Utah” name.

YEAR SEVEN (June 2017-June 2018) Age 34

PUBLISH A NOVEL. That gives me at least six years to come up with a really good idea for a book. No vampires allowed!

YEAR EIGHT (June 2018-June 2019) Age 35

Baby #3 it is! Even though I always hoped to have four kids I hear they’re kind of overwhelming. At this point (age 35) three kids will have to do. Maybe I’ll get lucky and have twins. On second thought, would anyone in their right mind call that LUCK?

YEAR NINE (June 2019-June 2020) Age 36

Okay, funny thing about the year 2020… Ever since I was a kid I thought that the television show “20/20” was named that because everyone anticipated that 2020 would be the raddest year ever. I pretty much assumed that 2020 would be the year we’d have flying cars, teleportation and undersea residential compounds. I only realized a few months ago that “20/20” refers to perfect vision. In honor of my overdue revelation my goal for 2020 will be simply to maintain my 20/20 vision. It fits, right? I guess I’ll have to stop staring at the sun and buying cheap sunglasses! I'll need my perfect vision in order to...

YEAR TEN (June 2020-June 2021) Age 37

SEE MY NOVEL ADAPTED FOR THE SCREEN AND TURNED INTO AN OSCAR-NOMINATED FILM.

Okay, my 10-year plan may have just turned into a pipe dream but I’ll let you in on a little secret: THIS IS MY DREAM. Wouldn’t it be wicked awesome if it came true?

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My goodness gracious – this was hard to do! I thought I’d be able to fill in the blanks quickly but it is quite the challenge. I definitely encourage you to try it.

It was a lot easier to come up with timelines, goals and plans when I was a student. Now that real life is such an open book I hardly know where to start. It’s not like I’m new at this game (I graduated from college four years ago) but if I don’t make a move soon time is just going to keep passing me by. Here’s to the next 10 years!

5.13.2011

One Foot in Front of the Other

After years of eagerly watching my sister’s games from the sidelines I turned 8 and joined my first city league soccer team. I played for the next nine years and while I always enjoyed the sport I never considered myself much of a runner. (I ran well in seventh and eighth grade but those years were the exception to a quite general rule.) After high school I stopped running with the exception of college intramurals soccer games and the occasional Ultimate Frisbee game. Things turned for the better when I arrived at the Missionary Training Center in Sao Paulo and was assigned to a companion who enjoyed running. We agreed to divide our wealth of exercise time between the volleyball court (my preference) and the track (her preference). The MTC had a short oblong outdoor track and it was on that slippery surface that I first ran for 30 minutes straight. Of course soccer requires a lot of running (mostly rib-splitting stop-and-go sprinting) but I never thought I could run for that length of time without stopping. It was an accidental yet exhilarating baby step onto a health and wellness crash course.

After leaving the MTC I served in four different areas in Brazil. I gained a ton of weight in my second area and sweated plenty of it off in my third. I still had a lot of work to do in my final area, Rio de Janeiro, and the city infused me with a renewed desire to exercise. I was lucky to room with three other sister missionaries including my MTC companion. We lived a few blocks from a popular boardwalk running path. On any given day one of the other sisters and I would wake up at 6:15, hastily change into running clothes and head out the door. These mornings were special. I wasn’t accustomed to seeing the sun just after sunrise. Temperatures routinely climbed to 80 degrees even before 7 am. The swelling heat was an extra incentive to get out the door before 6:30. We would run to the tip of the boardwalk which afforded a wonderful view of Pão de Açúcar (Sugarloaf Mountain) with its strange cloud cap. We could never figure out if the helmet-shaped cloud was the result of pollution or natural precipitation. On the very best mornings we would run back to the apartment and see Francisco, one of the newest church members, walking to the subway on his way to work. He would cheer us on as we sprinted toward our apartment building entrance on the corner of a busy square. It was always easier to make it to the end when we saw Francisco.

When I returned home I moved in with two friends from junior year. We were all seniors and had recently returned from our missions. We would go to the BYU indoor track and run together. I was glad to have friends who shared the hobby. I began to understand how running could release stress and help break through snarled thought processes. While my pace and frequency constantly fluctuated one thing remained the same: I wasn’t satisfied unless I had run for 30 minutes. Whenever I had my eye on the clock and wanted to stop I would think back to the clock at the MTC and I knew how upset I’d be if I stopped short.

Fast forward a few years. I’ve always claimed that the reason I’ve continued running is so I can eat all the pizza I want. At some point pizza ceased to be my incentive and instead I craved the feeling I got from running. Last month I was on the phone with my mom and she mentioned that my next trip home would coincide with The Human Race, a major annual event in Sonoma County. She had made it a habit to participate in the race and she told me I should try it out. The thought of running a race gave me a little anxiety. The fact that the Human Race only offered two course options – a 3K (1.86 miles) or a 10K (6.21 miles) – gave me even more anxiety. I knew that running 1.86 miles a few feet above sea level wouldn’t be much of a challenge but I was completely intimidated by the thought of running for an hour straight. (I’ve been dogged by a ten minute mile ever since high school.) My mom pointed out that I would have a whole month to get ready and I became more optimistic. I got on a regular running schedule (one that had been dominated by television viewing splurges and social whims during winter) and set my sights on Saturday, May 7th.

Before I knew it the big day arrived. On Saturday morning my parents and I got up at 6:30 and jumped in the car at 7:15. We found a parking space and walked to registration. My dad was loaded down with a camping chair and a few cameras as my mom and I dashed to the registration tables to get our racing bibs. We handed off our sweatshirts and walked to the start line waiting area. I got between the “9 Minute Mile” and “11 Minute Mile” signs and tried to stretch but the tension was fierce. There must have been thousands of people there and I quickly lost my mom in the crowd as she walked back to the walker’s starting area. My sister and dad warned me that it is easy to get carried away and start running too fast at the beginning of a race. Before I knew it the clock struck 8 and the race began. As I tried to find my groove and move with the crowd I reviewed the course map in my mind. It circled Lake Ralphine and Spring Lake. I had worked at Spring Lake as a Summer Camp Counselor for the YMCA and knew the route included several series of hills. I dreaded each one of them – both concrete and imagined.

The race started out as a game of finding my pace, then shifted to avoiding other peoples’ feet, then settled on finding the white mile marker signs. The first major ascent was a little imposing and as I rounded the bend I heard a curious sound – a school choir singing “You Can’t Stop the Beat” from Hairspray. I was so happy to get to the top of the hill and very grateful for the musical encouragement. “Mile 1” came much quicker than I had imagined and although there were many ups and downs along the way I really enjoyed myself during the race. During the third mile I caught up to an older woman. We were high above Spring Lake, right in the area where I had worked as a counselor. She looked out at the lake and said, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I agreed it was. Running in a herd of people definitely makes it easier to keep going. Beautiful scenery beats the monotony of any indoor track. Combine that with low elevation, perfect weather, and summers of memories to sift through and you get a perfect race morning.

Eventually memory lane got a little more exigent. The beginning of the fourth mile led us through campsites and a roller coaster of hills and dips. I didn’t control my speed on the descents and as a result I had a hard time getting a full breath of air in my now side-achy lungs. When the biggest, baddest hill lay just yonder I knew it would be the test of the race to make it up without stopping. Why on earth this particular hill had to be in the middle of the fourth mile is anyone’s guess. As if my contracted rib cage and constricted lungs weren’t bad enough, the “mind game” aspect of the race kicked in as I watched people pass me up the hill. “Why not stop? No one would care if I stopped,” I thought. But I knew one person would care – ME. “You can’t stop the beat, dall nargit!” Propelling one foot in front of the other I got past that mountain of a mole hill and spied another set of hills. Luckily there was a strategically placed race marshal cheering us on. She said five beautiful words, “Last hill, guys. LAST HILL!” I wasn’t entirely sure if I should believe her but just wanting to believe her helped me pick up the pace and demolish the last few knolls.

Sadly our time in the Spring Lake area came to a close and we exited through a wonderfully downhill residential street. “Mile 5.” Bam! I tried to make a mental calculation of lapsed time and came up with 47 minutes. I searched and searched for a street sign reading “Summerfield Road” which marked the beginning of the final mile stretch. I never saw it but when we entered a series of turns down residential streets I could almost smell the finish line. By this point I was booking it. It was frustrating to not be able to see a long line of runners marking the course ahead of me (because we were turning every block or two) but I spotted the “Mile 6” sign and knew it couldn’t be much further. Finally I saw a blessed orange “Saucony” race sponsorship flag and I knew I was about to make the final turn. A group of people had nearly caught up to me and when I got out of the right turn and saw the balloon arch over the finish line I made a dash for it. Some chick managed to pass me about 30 feet before the finish but I was so spent at that point I could only keep the same pace. I glimpsed the clock (1:03:28) and couldn’t help but leap over the finish line in joy and exasperation.

As is the case with nearly everything I do, I was my own worst enemy. (Funny since I’m pretty sure I’m also my #1 fan.) While I have a tendency to overcomplicate things and tangle my trains of thought I am happy to run and work out the mental knots one by one. When I run I only have one job to do: Put one foot in front of the other.

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For more Human Race photos visit The Press Democrat: http://www.pressdemocrat.com/article/20110507/ARTICLES/110509567


2.25.2011

Coat of Arms

Earlier this month I had to prepare a personal coat of arms for an offsite – a common term referring to any all day team meeting that occurs outside the office. This particular meeting was going to be a team building exercise. Every participant was given a template for their coat of arms which included nine questions we needed to answer during a 15-minute presentation. We could create the coat of arms using any format we wanted and I decided to go with a good old-fashioned posterboard. I wanted to visually represent the answers to the eight questions and I had a lot of fun cutting out posterboard shapes and pasting them on my shield. The completed project has now found its final resting place behind my dresser. I thought I should revisit the project and the things I learned about myself before I let February slip away.

Question 1: What are some fun facts about you?

I think one of the most unique things about me is that I am one of four daughters and there are no sons in my family. If memory serves, I believe the probability of having four boys or four girls in a row is .5 x .5 x .5 x .5 = .0625. If that isn’t a fun fact, I don’t know what is.

I was born in October and it is a cold hard fact that Halloween is my favorite holiday. Candy and costumes were two of my childhood favorite things. My best friend and I would sketch designs for our costumes months in advance. We’d Trick-or-Treat together every year and I usually had a birthday party on the night of Halloween or just a few days prior. Many of my best/sugar-crazed memories are rooted in late October.

The final fun fact I’ll mention is I’ve seen Les Misérables eight times. The first time I saw it I was really young (6? 7? 8?) but I had already been listening to the soundtrack for a year or so. My dad and I actually got into the show on accident (we were supposed to drop off my mom at the theater in San Francisco and after we walked away she ran after us and told us she scored scalped tickets) and it was the best thing ever. It was my first experience seeing something played out in front of me that I had only ever imagined in my head. I saw the show in San Francisco five more times over the next 10 years, then once at the Tuacahn Amphitheater, and most recently in London. The show has different meaning for me every time I see it.

Question 2: What were some unique challenges you faced during childhood?

Did I already mention I have three sisters? Just kidding! My sisters were great. The only had part was when they moved out.

The other routine challenges I faced involved needles, loud noises (I used to HATE fireworks on the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve) and math. Oh, math math math. I didn’t actually pass algebra until I was a junior in high school and when I took my math competency exam for junior college I placed in beginning algebra. I ended up taking nine semester credits’ worth of remedial math. I guess something finally clicked because I ended up with the highest grade in my College Algebra & Trigonometry class. Statistics was also kind of fun. I thought I’d be able to reclaim my former math powers in order to conquer the GMAT last December but... more on that later.

I played soccer for nine years (ages 8-17) but I never felt I was particularly good at it. Sure, there was the growth spurt when I was 12 that suddenly made me faster than many of my competitors, but that only lasted until I discovered the vending machines in my high school when I was 14. I always found extreme competitiveness off-putting and tried to “have fun” while I played. Maybe that was my problem. Somewhere in those early adolescent years I took a swing at refereeing soccer and boy was that a mistake. Some of the calls I made back then still haunt me to this day. Hopefully the players and parents have long forgotten me.

Question 3: What was your biggest disappointment?

I played on my first volleyball team at the YMCA when I was 10 and I loved it. (I remember going to practices at my elementary school but I can’t remember if we ever formed a school team. I kind of doubt it.) When I was 11 I tried out for my middle school’s volleyball team. I felt like I had prepared sufficiently – I had gone to the volleyball camp the coach (my PE teacher) told me to attend – and I was a little disheartened to see how many girls showed up for the tryout. There was only going to be one team and I had very little technical training. I noticed one main difference between myself and the others: I couldn't serve overhand. Near the end of the two-day tryouts my teacher mostly hid her face behind her clipboard as she wrote notes. When the team list was posted my name was nowhere on it. It was the first “crushing blow” of my life. I tried out again when I was 12 and I even made an overhand serve right in front of my teacher. She had a look on her face that seemed to say, “Too little too late,” (or maybe she could tell it was just pure luck) and the next day history repeated itself. I remember attending one of the games (I had made friends with girls on a rival team) and wishing I were out there. Memories like that are the worst. I decided to stick with soccer and in high school my schedule was full of practices, games and theater productions. Volleyball has remained a hobby and most importantly I still love to play it. So there, Coach Leftwich!

My most recent big disappointment came in the form of my GMAT score (most specifically my quantitative score). It was like all of the math insecurities from 1st-11th grade came back to bite me. I’m still not positive if I’ll ever vanquish my math woes but it would certainly be nice if someone would invent a pill that made people better at math.

Question 4: What was your first or worst job?

My worst job was definitely as a soccer ref (as mentioned before) and unfortunately it was also my first job. However, my first full-time job was as a YMCA Summer Camp counselor. All three of my sisters had been counselors and that definitely opened the door when I went in for my interview. I ended up working at three different camps over the next five summers. Luckily they were all “day camps” meaning they only operated from 7 am-6 pm. Most of them were run out of portable classrooms on elementary school campuses. I got to work at my former elementary school’s day camp until the Outdoor Adventure camp at the local regional park requested more staff members. I stayed there two summers and then transferred to the Performing Arts camp at another elementary school. My favorite part of that last job (besides the kids) was editing and writing scripts, designing scenery, creating costumes, directing and doing make-up. Doing all the things I love so much was pretty much too good to be true. I am confident the kids had as much fun as I did. I miss them a lot.

Question 5: What do you want to learn?

Besides really learning how to overhand serve (which is a little difficult due to a fussy rotator cuff in my right shoulder), I really want to learn how to decorate cakes like my hero Buddy Valastro. He is seriously my idol! I also really want to learn how to use the DSLR I just bought. Luckily one of my good friends is on board (she just bought a DSLR as well) and we are eagerly digesting our camera manuals and carving out time for photo walks.

On the serious side, I think the top things I want to learn are:

-How to turn weaknesses into strengths

-How to get out of my comfort zone and stay that way

-How to gain perspective without jumping continents.

Let me explain…

Weaknesses: I feel like I once turned math (a weakness) into a strength. Of course, that feeling was obliterated after I took the GMAT, but regardless, I want to be able to identify weaknesses and come up with plans for transforming them. I don’t want them to just disappear; I want them to become part of what I do best. The scary part about this is asking for others’ help in identifying my weaknesses. If that isn’t scary, I don’t know what is! I think there are few things more valorous than being able to take constructive criticism with a grain of salt and using it to move forward in life as a better person/artist/employee, etc.

Comfort zone: I am always worried about what other people think. It would be nice to come out of my shell and stay that way. I try to think of other people the same way I think of snakes and gross bugs, “They’re probably more scared of you than you are of them.” If I can just remember that everyone needs a friend, a smile, a kind word, etc. then it will be easier to be around strangers.

Perspective: Why is it so much easier to quietly reflect on life and one’s own standing in the world when we are far, far away from home? I noticed this when I was visiting Brazil in 2009 and Europe in 2010. It seems like the 9-hour flights overseas are the key to stepping outside one’s self. I have to find a cheaper way to be able to get away from “real” life and take stock of what’s going on in my life. Maybe this blog will be the trick.

Question 6: What was your biggest achievement?

When I first read this question in the template I struggled with it. No one wants to stand in front of 12 of their peers and tout their own horn. Especially me, the most junior employee of the entire group, with no 3 page resume riddled with key accomplishments at past companies, case study competition awards or 700+ point GMAT score. (All I can say is my colleagues are all amazing people and I wither every time I read through one of their resumes.) I struggled indeed but when it came down to it, I knew what to say.

I wanted one thing for as long as I could remember: to serve a mission for the church. There were a number of things that could have stood in my way but when I was 21 I was able to submit my papers. The only real obstacle was facing the vaccination series and blood test that were required before I mailed the papers to Salt Lake. In one day I got a TB test (probably my 6th by that point), a Hepatitis C shot and my very first blood test that I could remember. It was terrifying, but I did it. When the call to Brazil Rio de Janeiro-North came, I winced at the list of immunizations. The night I went in for the rest of my shots I got four of them (including tetanus) all in one arm. It was fantastic. Well, I meant that sarcastically but it actually was fantastic because I didn’t cry. Go me! The last shot I had was in the MTC in Sao Paulo. I think it was for Hepatitis C. By then nearly all of my “needle” nerves came back but one of the other sister missionaries held my hand. (Thank you Sarah!)

Besides all of these silly shots, my mission really was the one thing I can look back on and say, “I did it!!” It was 18 months of out and out mental, emotional and physical labor. I loved it but every time I have a dream that I’m being called on another mission (I just had this dream again on Wednesday), I nearly have a heart attack. I think I was able to get through it the first time because I didn’t know what to expect. In my recurrent dreams I find myself thinking, “How am I going to get through this AGAIN?” I am very grateful other missionaries are out there serving and I know they’re doing better than I could in my current selfish state.

Question 7: What do you want your legacy to be?

This was probably the hardest question of all. Finally the answer popped into my head: I want to leave a place better than I found it. That goes for my school, college, home, work, everything. I want to “be the best me” I can be. It sounds clichéd but it really is the case. If I fail, I hope it will be in the smallest endeavors. Let me disappear in the annals and be forgotten as a crummy ref. If I fail as a daughter, sister, wife or mother, I’ll never forgive myself.

Question 8: What brings you joy/happiness?

I love being able to create things. They can be small or big, useful or useless. I love to draw, write, craft, photograph and paint. I just wish I did all of them more often.

Teamwork and camaraderie also bring me a lot of joy. I think team dynamics (and group dynamics in general) are very interesting.

Of course, my family brings me great happiness. They are fantastic and they’re pretty much the only reason I’m a decent person.

Question 9: What are your hobbies?

Ah, the classic first date question! Are you ready?

-Traveling –Playing soccer and volleyball –Running –Writing –Movies & TV –Theater –Playing violin

I started playing violin three years ago because I really wanted to learn a musical instrument. I played clarinet when I was in 4th and 5th grade but I never really practiced and therefore wasn’t very good. (I think at one point I was 11th chair out of 12 clarinet players.) These days it’s fun to practice violin at my own pace. It’s a demanding little piece of work but I adore it all the same.

AND THAT’S ABOUT IT!

For now my Coat of Arms remains securely nestled between my dresser and my wall. I think it will be fun to pull it out next time I rearrange my furniture or move apartments. Maybe it will be like looking in a time capsule or maybe it will be like looking in a mirror. Only time will tell.