2015, I'm coming for you

Let's get this 2015 going already! I'm ready to move past the holiday lull and back into my action-packed life.

Some of you may know that Dalton and me have been homeless for the past two weeks. OK, fine. We aren't homeless, but it kind of feels like it. I'm staying in a big, beautiful room at my grandma's house and Dalton has been spending the majority of his winter break in Roy with his parents and newly returned missionary brother. I've been driving up when I can, but it's just too much. I miss coming home and sitting on my couch and eating a meal that I cooked because it sounded good. I miss my normal, routine life. Don't get my wrong, though, I am beyond grateful that my sweet grandparents are letting me sleep in their ridiculously comfortable bed, eat their cereal, and use their washing machine.

Let me back pedal for a second so that my homelessness makes sense to you. The basement we lived in got a bit soggy when the main sewage line clogged and a drain in the basement overflowed and seeped into our living room and kitchen. Our bathtub filled with sewage and our toilet leaked all over the floor soaking every towel we own through. Currently, all of our furniture is covered in plastic and clustered in the center of their respective rooms. A thick layer of dust is covering our kitchen counter and any other surface peeking out from under the plastic that's supposed to be covering it. I am already having nightmares about cleaning everything when the new floor and walls are finally installed. We didn't exactly get sewage water all over our floors during the best week, you know, right before Christmas.

I've been without Dalton for the majority of the week because of the circumstances I just mentioned, and all the alone time has led me to think hard about the many things I need to improve on within myself and in my life generally. There are so many things I want to learn and do, but never actually DO them. If we reach 2016 and I haven't accomplished each of these tasks, you have my permission to slap me ... more than once.

1. Buy a house/townhome
2. Learn to sew something
3. Take an adult hip hop dance class
4. Play the piano in church
5. Find a new volunteer opportunity
6. Go to Havasupai and Moab
7. Take Dalton to Europe
8. Write in journal every Sunday
9. Read scriptures every day, not every other day
10. Do something creative every week

There are many more internal goals that I won't bore you with. 2014 has been a year full of tears and triumphs. I am praying that 2015 will make 2014's tears happy tears. I'm looking forward to Dalton saying goodbye to BYU and hello to a full-time job.

It's crazy how life can be so horrible and beautiful all at the same time. I'm grateful for every painful and joyful moment and that I have a tall, dark, handsome, sweetheart of a husband to share each of them with. I think he makes me normal.

Cheers to you, 2015. Don't let me down ... or do. I give you permission to keep me on my toes.