My sister has a blog, which is updated much more frequently than mine, and she did this. I want to be cool like her, so I'm doing it too.
10 Years Ago: * I was single, a sophomore at BYU, and had just finished my term as hall president of my dorm. * I had finally managed to break off the worst relationship of my life--toxic in every way. * I was getting good grades and had two great jobs editing (the year before that I had a string of sucky jobs: early-morning janitor, ice cream server, dry cleaner, etc.). * I was teaching Sunday School for the first time and had a crush on my co-teacher (I got over it). * I had long, dark brown hair and a pierced navel.
5 years ago: * I had been married 3 years and had one child, a toddler that talked a lot. * I had just trained as a doula and was beginning to teach childbirth classes. * I was two months away from having a stroke that would change the way I see everything. * I was "Sister Friendly" in my church's primary for children--my responsibilities included greeting children every Sunday and giving stickers to those that were sitting quietly. * I had shoulder-length light brown hair and stretch marks.
1 year ago: * I had 3 children (2 under 3) and we were living in a house we owned! * I was taking my first midwifery classes: herbology. * I was recovering from one of the worst anxiety/depressive episodes of my life. * I was just starting to teach Sunday School to 10- and 11-year-olds, still my calling. * I had very short dark brown hair...and weighed about 15 lbs less than I do now (not a good thing).
Yesterday: * My 6 year old read me a chapter of a Judy Blume book. * I coughed until my husband made me take medicine. * I decided I should set up a co-op preschool for my soon-to-be 3 and 4 year olds this fall. * I noticed my hair is to my shoulders again. It needs a color and cut...maybe I'll grow it long.
----I got bored and changed some things--------
5 things I've said that I never expected to hear anyone, much less myself say: * "Yogurt sex...what a good idea." (for yeast infections, people!) * "Get your feet out of the popcorn." * "You can wear the skirt over your pants, but take the tights off your head." * "Maybe you'll meet someone to marry in second grade, honey." * "No matter what you say, you are still a girl."
5 things I hope they have at my funeral: * a handmade casket * white roses and jasmine flowers (I hope to die in June sometime so this isn't too expensive) * someone singing How Great Thou Art * sunshine * a space for my husband's name next to mine on the stone, but not already carved in before he's dead. That's just morbid.
5 things I'm afraid of: * going insane and not knowing it * going insane and being painfully aware of it * deep water (by deep, I mean more than 100 gallons) * having a child die * writing something foolish in a blog and not being able to get it back
Posted by Sarah Jean ::
10:51 AM ::
0 Comments: