My next chapter

Life is all about progression.  It is about growing and bettering ourselves and becoming the people that we want to be.  I used to think that life was all about accomplishing things--educational goals, jobs, marriage, etc--until I realized that it is the experiences and choices that we make that help us learn and grow versus making a name for ourselves.

Tomorrow, I begin a new chapter of life as a Physical Therapy student at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.  I am scared, excited, nervous, anxious, happy, etc.  I have so many emotions about this experience that I am going through.  I cannot believe it is here.  For so long, my goal was to get into school and now, here I am and I have made it in.  Life, at times, can seem so surreal.  I am not sure if I would consider this a dream, but I do know that it feels amazing to accomplish a goal that I set for myself and even though I know it is going to be difficult, I could not be more happy for the path that I have chosen for myself to take so I can grow as an individual.

Here is to finding joy in the journey, Morgan!

My point of view

It was a hot, sunny summer day in Vegas.  Cookie cutter houses lined each side of the street. It did not look or feel like home to me.  As my dad, mom, and sister walked to the truck parked in the parking lot, I turned toward my new home.  A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I walked toward my front door.  I turned back to look once more--I smiled and held back the tears as I waved goodbye and watched the truck travel the street until I could no longer see it.  I walked up the stairs into my new bedroom where I ripped back the bed spread and curled up into a bawl underneath the sheets.  I laid there for what seemed like forever, sobbing until eventually the tears became silent.  I was on my own.  Instantly, I was scared--was I even old enough to be on my own? Who was going to take care of me?

I allowed myself to cry for about ten minutes and repeatedly told myself in my head, "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry."  I stood up and went to the bathroom where I could look myself in the mirror and tell myself it would be alright.  As I stared straight at my reflection, I saw a sad and scared girl, but finally when I peered into her eyes I knew that she would be okay.  Everything was going to be just fine.

Mother's Day Phone Call

I can't believe Mother's Day has already come and gone.  What a day it was! I feel blessed to have a mom who loves me and is my best friend through the good times and the bad.  Today I had the privilege of speaking in church. Hopefully I was able to do some justice to motherhood.  On another note, Bry called today.  I went over to listen to him talk.  I wasn't expecting to say a word to him or even let him know I was there but just wanted to hear his voice.  He sounded amazing.  His laugh is contagious--I couldn't help but smile.  It kind of came to a quiet time when Jen, his sister, whispered to let me talk to him.  I panicked.  My stomach flip flopped 10 times, my hands became cold and clammy, and I felt like I was going to throw up.  I silently pushed the phone away--I didn't know what to say to him or if he'd even want to talk to me.  I continued to listen to him when I glanced at my phone and noticed I only had five minutes til I needed to be out the door and on my way to the church building to give my talk.  I packed up my stuff and as I began to leave, Jen told Matt (his brother) to put him back on speaker phone so that I could at least say hi.  Matt proceeded to tell Bryant, "Hey Morgan's leaving so here she is."  Ohhhhh, no big deal....SURPRISE.....I have just been here the whole time and you didn't even know. So I awkwardly grabbed the phone and began talking to him and telling him how great he sounds.  He talked to me for two or three minutes in Spanish and said whatever else and I then it was time for me to leave.  As I talked to him, an overwhelming feeling came over me that everything was going to be just fine.  Talking to him just felt "right."  I can't even describe the situation and do it justice, but all I know is that it was like our hearts connected and spoke the words we couldn't say to each other.  I love that man with all of my heart. What a great day it was to be able to hear that cute missionary's voice! Keep it up Elder King!