Over the last few weeks our life has felt normalized.
We no longer feel that this is a lovely extended holiday
but rather that we have returned to reality. A
much warmer, humid, exotic and multicultural reality.
(This is the view from my yoga mat, 2 blocks from our apt)
I think I felt the shift when Scott and I got callings in our ward. Mormon Jargon for "asked to do something in our church group".
(You can take the boy out of Utah. . . . .and he will look exactly the same)
That same week I felt like I was running errands each day;
a scenario that plays out in my Provo life.
This is not a bad thing, but I have realized that
I could become complacent and forget that
these few months are an incredible opportunity.
So I'm recommitting to adventure, to fun, to the unexpected.
Marilyn thrives on routine, lists, planning, and comfort.
Marilyn is a bore.
Marilyn 2.0 The Hawaiian Edition can jump into her church calling
with both feet. And then take her feet here.
and here
(Punahou Carnival last Saturday or "The day Malasadas changed my life")
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