The Moose in the Bottom of the Cereal Box

It's amazing how in 3 weeks I've gone from sitting in the basement doing next to nothing, to being so busy I don't have time to do chores for the landlady.
I've begun a job on-base, mowing lawns.  Today was my third day.  It's very gratifying work, because I see the results of my labor almost immediately.  At the end of today, I was driving my mower through the streets, looking at the fresh-cut lawns.  It's a simple pleasure, to see lawns that were once ragged and unkempt given lines and order.  It's similar to the sensation of shaving your legs after a winter of pants and nylons.  I'm getting paid to do something that calms me down.
I went to institute today.  For those of you reading this, unfamiliar to LDS culture (ha, no one reads this), institute is similar to Bible study.  The difference is that it could be the Bible, the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, modern prophets, etc.  I could go on a spiel about the things we talked about but I would rather talk about my feelings.  I actually went to seminary twice this week because I'm lucky enough to live somewhere they do that.  I felt answers to questions I didn't know I had.  I felt peace.  I felt like there is still so much to accomplish.  I felt like the Lord was telling me that just because I'm not a missionary anymore, doesn't mean my work is over.  I felt the prompting: Expect miracles.  Still.  C:
Today, I was driving home from work; I was turning right at a stop-light, when in my peripheral view, I saw a horse.  I was thinking "Holy cow how did a horse get on base?  Someone should come get that horse."  When I looked up, however, I saw not a horse, but a baby moose crossing the street.

Doing VS. Becoming

I am in Alaska as of almost a week ago.
Now, how do I own it?  I've been sitting in the basement for almost a week just enjoying doing nothing.  But let's be honest, I have never enjoyed doing nothing.  I'm tired of being slow-paced.  On my mission, I know I drove many of my companions crazy because I do everything slowly.  That's something I'd like to change; because if I'm going to have it all, I have to grab it faster.
I need to become a fast person.

In the World

I've returned from serving an 18-month mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I'm out of routine, out of structure, out of work, out of money.  It's a wonderful time of my life.  Since I've been back, I've read the Hunger Games, kissed a boy, and watched probably a million movies, among other things.
I've determined that I will learn to play the trumpet, study English education, and not have a boyfriend for a while.  These are some things to keep me busy.  The most important thing I am doing right now is sustaining my own conversion to the true and living church of Jesus Christ.  I read my scriptures every day and pray and go to church happily every Sunday.
I'm going to be real and let you in on a secret: I'm scared to death of where I am in my life.  I know it doesn't get easier as a body gets older.  Emotionally, I'm weird and possibly unstable.  Fiscally, I'm nada.  Intellectually, I don't even know where I stand.  I'm moving to Alaska in 3 days; you'd think I'd be used to shifting so much, but it chips away at my heart every time.  It seems as I delve deeper into faith, the leaps get longer and deeper.  But this is what I signed up for, so bring it on.