Here is how it happened, in numerated form, as if I were following steps in an instruction manual. Not sure why I did that. Um:
1)Shelve the whole grad school plan for the time being (because anything that continues to give you THAT much anxiety just to think about can back the h off, eh?); take time to glory in your savings account no longer being earmarked to go directly into the bottomless pit of grad school tuition and student loan debt; realize the seemingly endless possibilities that lie before you.
2)Since you already basically signed off on your California life when you went off like a Jane Austen heroine to attend to your ailing sister, realize that you can pretty much do and go what-/wherever you want because there is nothing tying you to any one place; revel in the freedom.
3)After a brief period of embarrassment about your lack of imagination, decide to move back to the Mecca of single Mormons: Utah Valley. See, but you're not lame like all the people you made fun of for sticking around Provo after they graduated, because um, you know, you um are not lame like them I promise. PLUS you are going to move in with Kaity Nieman who has long been your personal icon of Deliberate Living, so probably she will be a good influence in learning how to have a life. ALSO you have conducted extensive research to find really cool things to do in Utah, like take BEEKEEPING CLASSES and also you have found a place where you can go for spinning help when you get your spinning wheel put together but then realize that that one community course you took was a while ago.
4)Buy an entire new wardrobe from Target clearance racks and Goodwill without consulting anyone else's opinion. I have NO idea why this has been such a big deal but somehow this is how my personality revolution is manifesting itself: in wearing whatever h'ing weird-a clothes I want and not stopping to try to predict if other people will think they look good or flattering or whatever. It's funny because I've never been a super clothes-buying or caring-about person, and I never realized how much I cared about trying to tailor other people's perceptions of me through clothing until I focused on actively NOT doing it.
5)Listen to the Annie Lennox pandora station AT ALL TIMES, especially whilst in the kitchen, which for some reason is most especially conducive to impromptu dance parties. What is it about kitchens? They are so danceable. Is that like a Thing, or is it just me? Becca and I have been discussing the need to have a dance party when we are both back in Utah. Maybe I'll bring a spatula and see if that helps me approximate the optimum dancing environment. [Best song for kitchen dancing so far: Return to Innocence by Enigma. Turn it up loud, start sauteing some chicken for Sunday lunch, and enjoy.{PLUS the music video has a UNICORN in it. The mark of genius, obviously.}]
Um well I guess that's where I am now: listening to Annie Lennox, wearing a weird-a Goodwill shirt, very happy about the prospect of moving back to Utah, excited to stop worrying and start living my dang life. I guess crap reality things will still exist like the need for employment, but I am going to put off thinking about that til I have to. I almost started thinking about it today, but it just sent me on a Williams-Sonoma hate spiral. Those people seriously jacked me up. And yet I CONTINUE to surf their website constantly. See? JACKED UP.
7 comments:
You are so h-core-ing cool. You moving back to Provo sounds like the best idea ever, even if I will be off missioning. And you're right, you are not lame like all those other people who stay in Provo after graudation, because you are Katy Anderson. Lastly, it's not just you. Kitchens just might be the most danceable places in the world. P.S. I love you and you are my hero and role model. Yes. P.P.S. The shoes in the above post = gems. The end.
It's about damn time.
PS my love for you is exploding right now.
here, here. or is it hear, hear? aw crap don't know.
HOLY AWESOME!
So, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Steph. We went to Spain together. Also, I don't know if you know that I read your blog, but I do. Because I think you are totally awesome. And I just wanted you to know that I loved this post. And I'm excited for you!
I just had a talk with Grammar and I told him what you said, but he already knew because he's a faithful reader of your blog. Anyway, he wanted me to tell you that the whole laying/lying thing was a real jerk of a thing for him to invent and he's sorry. He doesn't even know which is which. He wanted to tell you himself, but he's limited by the lack of physical form or sentience.
Okay, first off, Kyle is so funny. But his humor is second only to your humor! But really, what I was intending to say hear is, "I love this post!" Way to embrace life and freedom. I know Provo may not seem like freedom but you get to do what you want so if it's Provo then "hooray!". You go girl! Now that we've made Provo our permanent home (this might actually be an official announcement as we haven't officially told family but we bought a home in Provo), it took me a minute to get over the visions of my kids standing up at EFY and saying, "Hi. My name is Ben. And I'm from Provo, Utah." but other than that, we really we love it here. It's because it's an adventure to us. Even if it's a blip on your screen, it will be a fun one, I'm sure!
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