Project: Elevate: November 2013

My dad text me today. The text said, "Have you blogged recently?" My response, "No." He says back, "Get on it." It was a good reminder, so here I am, blogging. A lot has gone on in these last couple of weeks. I haven't been super great at documenting the moments, but I did get some pictures. But the biggest event that has happened in these past weeks is my decision to head back to the 480- Mesa. As I was getting ready to transfer to UVU, I just kept feeling like it wasn't right, and I was never really happy about the plans I was making. So I called home, because my parents are the greatest with helping me out and talking me through my options. I told them how I was feeling and that I thought I should come home. I wasn't excited about a business degree, and although it was my dream, owning a bakery didn't seem to be apart of my future. So my mom began to list off some career paths that I could take: Nursing? No. An Interpreter? No. She listed a couple more. Then she said "Well what about becoming a teacher?" That hit me, and instantly, I felt excited about that path. We talked a while more, and then I crawled in to bed. As I lay there, I began to pray, and I told Heavenly Father that I was pretty sure I was going home and that I was going to go to ASU to become an elementary school teacher. I asked Him if that was right for me. And in that moment, I knew Heavenly Father was listening, because a warmth and reassurance washed over me. That night, I couldn't sleep, my mind was racing with excitement about teaching and living back in Mesa. So, I'm headed home at the beginning of December, and will attend ASU starting in January. Although I have loved living in Provo, and have learned so much in the short amount of time I have been here, I know going back to Mesa, and pursuing this path is where I'm supposed to be for the next while. A quote I recently saw said, "We must take adventures in order to know where we belong." Provo has been one adventure that I will always value, as I continue to find where I belong. So, I'm loving and enjoying these last few weeks in Utah the best I can before I head home for the beginning of a new adventure. Here are some of my moments loving Utah while I can.

I went on a date, and as I like to call it, we "gravel climbed" {instead of rock climbed} up a mountain to get this view of P-town. So let me explain "gravel climb" So we climbed up the side of a mountain, with no trail, just lots of little rocks and dirt. There were very few big rocks, and it sounded {and felt} like we were climbing up a mountain of lots of little lego pieces. On the way down we dirt surfed down because it was so slippery. There was no way to get a grip or stop, we literally slid down the gravel and dirt all the way to the bottom. It was super sketchy, but fun, and totally worth it for the view of the city we got.