Last night I went to FHE (not a shocker, given I have the unfortunate calling of being in charge) and I came to the conclusion that my life is pretty depressing. FHE was combined with two other wards in the Valley. I say Valley because literally, we were in the Valley. Like, South Jordan Valley. FHE was in the BFE. Gosh, the lengths I go for my calling. I better get serious points in heaven.
This combined FHE was a 2 hour lecture on dating. Shoot. Me. Now. Ok, it really wasn't that bad. It was actually quite entertaining and frankly, I probably should have been taking notes. Because clearly, by my current single status, I could use all the help I could get.
The depressing part came when I realized that the week of my brother's wedding (this Thursday), I am sitting in a ward chapel learning how to flirt. Seriously? Is this my life?
However, after I witnessed myself spiraling into a state of self pity and bitterness, I remembered my life isn't depressing at all. Because in 12 short days, I will be joining two friends on a cruise to the Bahamas. We booked the cruise 5 days ago and I couldn't be any happier with such an uncharacteristic spontaneous decision.
It all comes down to the fact that I get a week off of FHE. Definitely an answer to my prayers.
And yes I realize that I will probably have my calling until I learn to love it. Unfortunately, I just don't ever seen that happening.