A Love Letter to 2014

Usually at the end of a year, I am seriously done with it.

I know.

That's kind of mean.

But at the end of 2014, I'm not.  

2014 was a dream!  It was beautiful and hard.  I cried a lot, but I also laughed a lot and smiled a lot, so things even out, I suppose.  

I finished my full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I met some people who will be my friends for the rest of eternity.  I finally got the help I needed to deal with my perfectionist tendencies.  I learned how to ride a bicycle in a skirt.  I spent 1.5 blessed months living with my parents again.  I'm telling you, it was the best! 

 I feel no urgency to get rid of 2014, but It's already gone.  So this year, instead of burying 2014 in a deep hole to be forgotten, I'm sending it off into the past with kisses fond memories.  And saying a hearty, "Oh, hi!" to 2015.  I feel like you could be equally awesome.

Love,

McSweet

Once upon a time...

a woman who is probably at least 100 times cooler than me looked inside my soul and read it.  She pondered over what she saw for 5 weeks and a nickname was born:

McSweet

And it stuck.  And it kind of makes me seem like I'm the newest frozen treat on the McDonald's menu.  Maybe I am.  Minus the high fructose corn syrup.  Obviously.

I am not, in fact, actually made of ice cream, but I do love it!  And I love writing!

I write to understand my life.  I write to process magical experiences.  I write to find meaning in the mundane must-dos of living.  I write to understand the why behind every pain or sadness I feel.  I write to give praise to God for blessings I don't deserve.  I write to tell the world how high and deep and wide I love it.  I write because even the most normal of lives is worth being written about.

And so, like all things in my life when I have tried to help someone else, this blog is more for me than anyone else.  It is simply a place to put thoughts that have to come out.  You can read them if you would like.