OK folks. I am BACK! and YES better than ever! I know, I know, 21 days later...doesn't matter I am back now and looking to make a change, after all that is what NEW YEARS are best for.
Firstly, let's look back to the first 21 days of the year.
DAY 1: I was in Fiji and very, extremely content with life. Michael and I had been at the New Years Dance the night before and we were indeed enjoying sleeping in at Mom and Dad's place. Late but wonderful brunch and not a care in the world.
DAY 2, 3: Were the last couple days spent in Suva. It was bitter sweet. I had to stop myself from crying every single second (apparently too much tear shed is a bad thing)
DAY 4 and 5: We picked up the car, visited some friends and then drove to Nadi. We checked into the Tokatoka hotel and had the most luxurious dinner at the local McDonalds before treating ourselves to a midnight swim in the laser lit swimming pool. Michael and I, PC and Jordan, Kayleanne, Kaua and Lea; all of us stuffed into a 5-seater explorer, needless to say we enjoyed every second together. Saturday morning found us in Nadi town shopping away and then on the beaches of Sigatoka (Natadola).
Day 6: Took us to Church in Lautoka and then a rushed farewell as we headed out of the Jet Set town, Oahu bound. I don't know exactly how or why, but when the plane defied gravity's rules and lifted off the ground, tears rolled out of their safety nets and down my face. I was missing home. And still am.
Day 6: Happened again,in HI this time. We greeted Laie with the Sun and in the back of Aunty's grey truck. Looking at the silent domain, with it's silent residents, I cried again; not in consequence to the beauty, that comes naturally to Laie, but in pain; pain because I was back, back to the stress, hard knocks, people; back at the same spot, same place, no improvement.
Day 7: Back to work. Optimistic and excited, but definitely harboring my own negativities (OK, spell check says that is not a word...hmmm) negative vibes! Not helping myself here. Digging a hole deeper and deeper. Pretty much at suck point on his day.
Day 8, 9, 10, 11: Were OK. I survived my first week back, but I was desperate for the weekend. On Friday, I veged...meaning I did nothing at all! I watched movies and did some work.
Day 12: I think Michael and I went to Foodland, to finally get some good food and stop eating the rubbish we were indulging in, like PIZZA and vending machine burritos (Heyyy...no judging me. life goes on whether we eat well or not)
Day 13: Was better and fluffier. We went to church and then we participated in a sacrament meeting in Waimanalo. It was beautiful and I enjoyed being in a family ward again. We sang some songs and then shared our testimony. I shared mine on keeping the commandments and how keeping commandments build our testimony on Jesus Christ. I love Sundays!
Day 14: Was a Monday again...bleh! I got to say, it was the longest Monday in the world. I had to this and that and jump through this and shake through that. Oi vei an act for sure!
Day 15 and 16: Were OK days. They were long and dreadfully tiring. (Drama-queen much!) ha ha 15 and 16 would have gone by and I wouldn't have noticed.
Day 17: Is definitely one for the books. Due to the nature of my job and life, I am unable to give details. Let's just say that I gave my first ever statement to HPD and that I respect any mother who is sick and has sick babies. One highlight from the day was hearing and seeing the power of the Priesthood being used and accessed. I love it!
Day 18: Brought me back to the safety of the weekend, but alas I was in the worst condition ever. Sick and down with a slight flu, I was forced to stay home, close to the loo and my bed. I slept most of the night and got up twice to eat and make sure Michael hadn't made a run for it. He's so sweet, he washed the dishes and cleaned the house and then fed me dinner. Heart you babe!
Day 19: Was better. I had to get out of bed and work. So I did just that. Then I veged...all day! That night we did another Foodland run and it was successful. We still have food 2 days later, so I think it was successful! I saw the boys again since Thursday. I love those monkeys! I'm gonna miss them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 20: Was yesterday. It was great. I was a meany-pants and making Michael's life miserable. He thinks I enjoy terrorizing him, honestly I just get into these moods and sometimes I don't even know what's going on. (Note to self: need to work on self-control and handling moods better...currently stink at it)
Day 21: IS NOW! It was OK. I cleaned the house up-down and all around. It looks marvelous. I worked, did the laundry and walked to the other Hales. In between all that I attended to my sick Husband. He is down with the flu too and is not as patient as a patient should be. LOL.
You know what, life has been good and Heavenly Father has blessed me so much, but sometimes I feel empty. When I think about myself and how I feel yucky about this thing.....or lonely here.....or frustrated about this other thing...I get so down on myself and negative. My goal this month...in the next 10 days....stay positive about life!!!!!!!
I will report my progress....Peace out my pretties. Until the next update!
Mabs Peak...out
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