I'm goin 100 miles per hour, y'all.

I've been home, in Utah, I mean, for a month now. More than! A month and 2 days. Time has flown, and it makes me sad to think that I'm 25% of the way done with my summer break.

Break. It's really the best word for it. Working at Orange Leaf is significantly easier than college 1,000 miles away, and working gives me money instead of taking it away. Good thing I like college, otherwise I think I'd work at Orange Leaf forever.

Member when my hair was so short that I laughed at the thought of hair elastics? I sure do. Well, life sure has changed since July 17th, 2013 when my hair covered the floor of the little salon in downtown Pleasant Grove! July 17th. Makes me chuckle to think about. The boy I had a crush on left on his mission on July 16th. I knew he wouldn't like my hair short, so I had to wait till he was out of the country to chop it. Don't worry, Elder. It'll be reallllly long by the time you get home!! Anyway, sometimes I measure my life by the length of my hair because my hair is a significantly different length every couple weeks. "Back when I had a boy cut..." "When I could finally fit pigtails in..." "The first time I wore curls again..." It certainly has made this past year's journey a little more exciting.

A year ago I was waiting in line for my cap and gown so that I could graduate high school with a thousand other kids in oversized red curtains and hats that won't stay on. Seriously though, those hats were so annoying. Every time I had to move my head, my tassel fell in my face. The nerve. A year ago I was standing in front of a high school choir and orchestra waving my hands in the beat of "Come Thou Fount" and praying that we wouldn't go more than a  half step flat by the end. A year ago my sister was still unmarried, and now I can't imagine AbigailandSteven without the andSteven part. A year ago I got pulled over for the first time and cried my way out of a what-should-have-been-a-really-big-ticket. A year ago Nashville was still just a dream and just a place I had spent 13 hours in one time. A year ago I didn't even now who Melissa Gramling was, let alone know that we'd be known as Emilissily just a few short months later. A year ago my "Utah friends" still lived in Utah, and not New Zealand, South Carolina, Germany, North Carolina, Mexico, Peru, and Chicago.

A year ago, I didn't know about half of the people I know now, and therefore was half of the person I am today. A year ago, I couldn't ride elevators without counting to 100 and I couldn't take the step from the tunnel to the airplane itself without closing my eyes. Now, I ride elevators like I was born in one, and I get a little sad when the captain gets on the intercom to tell us we're about to land.

Today I told a friend who is graduating from high school this weekend that his life is starting on Friday. His response? "Good. Cause I'm ready for this pre-mortal stuff to be over." Hashtag Mormon jokes. Also, after I mentioned that "Math is NOT my forte.", he said, "Your'e right, Emily. It's your fortissimo." "No, no, no, more like my pianissimo!!" Hashtag musician jokes.

You know those roller coasters that go reallllly slow at the beginning and then all of the sudden shoot you out going 100 miles per hour? That's how I feel. Pre-college stuff was that slow, preparatory part. The part that makes you all anxious to just get going. The part where you can still talk to the person next to you in a normal speaking voice. Then all of the sudden, they read your name to a million people in the BYU Marriott Center, and 100 miles per hour is the new norm, it's what you get for the rest of the ride.

Life is good, you know? It's crazy. It's unexpected, and sometimes it's hard. But it's good. It's so, so good.

I make two promises in this post that I can guarantee I will not break.

In Alma 49, Moroni and his Nephites get a bunch of cities destroyed. And they have to rebuild them, and that's probably really frustrating after all the work they must have put into them in the first place.

And then in chapter 50 verse 23, it says that the Nephites had never had a happier time.

For those of you who struggle with math, that's ONE CHAPTER LATER. One chapter later, the Nephites are happy and not only that, they're happier than ever before.

Sometimes we get beat, and sometimes we even get destroyed. Sometimes those"cities" that we've put the very most work into get smashed between the finger and thumb of some stupid Lamanite. You sleep through work, you get sick right before Prom, you fail your math final, your grandpa goes to the hospital for the thousandth time, your prime investigator's baptismal date falls through, none of the investigators show up to church, you get (another) ticket, you miss your friend's birthday, you get another bill in the mail, you get within one inch of graduating and can't make it, your mom is diagnosed with cancer, you just plain get beat.

We get beat. But don't forget Alma 49. Moroni, known has a hell-shaking prophet, got beat. You're not weak if you get beat. What you are is in great company. I'd be compared to Moroni any day! Getting beat is not the sign of a weak person. Getting beat is simply a sign to rebuild, try again, and get better. Wake up for work on time tomorrow, make your own Prom in the living room a weekend later, retake that stupid math class, and take flower to your Grandpa. Invite them all again to church, pay for the dang ticket, send a late birthday card with an extra sweet note, ask your next door neighbor for an odd job to help pay for the cell phone bill. Retake the P.E. class you forgot you failed in the 9th grade, and pray really, really hard for your mom. Getting beat happens to the best of us, and that's as far from cliche as I can get, because Moroni really is the best of us, and he got beat.

And then REMEMBER THAT THINGS GET BETTER. It might not be the next chapter of your life like it was for Moroni and his Nephites, but the "happier than ever" time will come. I can promise you that, because it's happened to me, it's been real to me, I've seen it work.

One of my favorites said it well:

“Don't you quit. You keep walking, you keep trying, there is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. Some don't come until heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come.” (Elder Jeffrey R. Holland)

So don't be scared of Lamanites, don't be scared of squashed cities, and most importantly, don't be scared of rebuilding. 

(for y'all that ain't Mormon and don't get my Nephite and Lamanite references, go find a Book of Mormon and read it. it'll change your life. promise.)

this has nothing to do with the post. i just like my sisters.