I think I change a little bit every day, becoming a different person. Yes, I have received the same Myers-Briggs personality type every time I have taken the test since I was 20 years old, but I think my heart changes and capacity to handle challenges grows or shrinks, depending on how I spend my time. I’ve decided to evaluate some things I did and some things that happened recently. It’s a little weird, but I am writing to my past self. Sometimes you just need to give yourself a little talk.
Dear July self,
I am so glad you were able to visit with Julie Smith one Friday evening in a little restaurant in downtown Provo. There are few things more valuable than real connection with a friend, sharing experiences without fear of judgment. I’m also glad that you took the time to see her speak at BYU about her work in the Gospel of Mark. You should have taken a picture of the two of you instead of stealing that shot from Eric Huntsman’s Twitter feed.
You missed out on a day on a boat with the family to pursue one of your interests. You second-guessed your decision all day, but I think it’s really ok. There are things you learned that day that you will need later.
You heard some heartbreaking stuff from several friends and also received a hateful letter on social media. This was difficult, but I am glad people trusted you and you responded with respect.
Someone took advantage of your kindness and the result wasn’t what you hoped. But all well.
I am glad you read Hamilton.
I am also glad that you went to Fish Creek for a day even though there are no bathrooms there. It was worth it to see Rob and Melinda and the kids.
You wrestled with some decisions before finding some answers. Prayer, time, and temple worship are parts of a pattern that worked again.
The time you spent looking at social media was wasted time. You got into the habit of going to bed later and later. But these things can be fixed.
The days you prayed for Richard were better marriage days.
Lots of people were kind to you: Janine performed beautifully and helped compose the accompaniment for the violin piece you played; your presidency prayed for you; your parents planned a wonderful reunion; Richard fixed the broken sink, the door knob you installed upside down, and the washer. Shelene brought you bread and Cindy brought popsicles when you thought your whole family had Strep. You were able to speak up in church councils and teach Relief Society and share your testimony. You were blessed by the people around you every day.
It’s such a great life.
Sincerely,
Your August self