101% Megan

I remembered today why I love this place. My own space to put anything I want to say.
I sat down with my writing teacher today to go over the rough draft of my paper. She wasn't mean and everything she criticized was valid and helpful...
However,
I like writing here. Here is where no one can tell me I'm wrong. No one can double tap this page. It won't get any "likes" and it might never be read by anyone but me.. and that is perfectly fine.
This place is mine. My free therapy. My preachy, murmuring, and honest. My darkest secrets and deepest dreams. (well I guess there is always a limit due to the fact that this is indeed the internet but this is as close as we will get.)
This www. is 101% Megan.

Now I'll get back to the 9 page narrative that needs some TLC because unlike this blog, it is graded.

Forget Me Not

Dear Canada Toronto Mission,
It is colder in Provo today than it is in Toronto. I've successful survived without you for 2 months today. 2 months without your maple leaves, diversity, overpriced cereal or milk in a bag.  It feels a lot longer than 2 months since someone has called me Hermana. A long time since I wore a name tag.
I miss you.
I will never forget you. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the people I fell in love with there. God bless them, watch over them and help them not forget me.
In all reality two months really isn't that long but today it feels like an eternity.
How many months will it be until I get to come back? Far too many.
I may have had to leave but I left a big part of me with you.
With all my love,
Hermana Frodsham

 

a lunch date

The plan was to quickly grab something to eat and then spend as much time as possible in the library.

We never made it to the library but that was the best lunch date I've had in a long while.

Neither of us really know how to help the other. We are both hopeless lost but it is goo to have someone to be lost with.

Be Kind to Yourself

As a missionary I was consistently falling short of my goals. Week after week, day after day things didn't measure up the way I had hoped and planned for the night before.
Yet I have never been happier failing...
90% of the time it was out of my control.
the other 10% I successful in some other area to make up for it.

So what happens when you can't blame your short comings on other people,
what happens when it is your own agency at fault?

Post Mission Depression.. it is real.
It has almost been 2 months since I stepped off that plane and all of my dreams of what life would be like when I was an RM have been slipping through my fingers like sand ever since.
Were my scripture, temple and exercising goals too ambitious? Did I change at all in those last 18 months? Do I even still speak Spanish? Am I too "normal" too quickly?
It is a violent downward spiral
   and it needs to S T O P

Be kind to yourself

No one comes home from a mission a perfected person. You come home with new skills and new goals. You have to learn new skills and adjust your goals.

Be kind to yourself

Your Father in Heaven loves you just as much now as He did when you were a missionary, you lost no value in His eyes.

Be kind to yourself

Balancing school, work and social life is a challenge. It is normal to make some mistakes and feel stress.

Be kind to yourself

The things that mattered most there are the things that still matter most here. The people who loved and supported you when you were there still love and support you. They want you to...

Be kind to yourself

They were right when they told me it was harder to come home than it was to leave. I'm grateful for the reminder I received to be kind to myself. That is where we access the atonement of our Savior Jesus Christ. Our older brother wants us to be kind to everyone... including ourselves.

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inspired by the wise words of Mom

Party of 8

They call it the happiest place on earth...

For those few days it was just that and so much more. 

 The older I get the more magical Disneyland is. It isn't the characters or the rides but the chance I had to vacation with the people who mean the very most to me.

You see we are growing in number.. we are now a party of eight. It was the perfect opportunity to bond as a family. Our dynamics feel comfortable, familiar in a way. I love them.

 A little rain never killed anyone and we loved the shorter lines!

The Frodsham kids got Dad's genes and Jeff got it the worst. Motion sickness and all he keep going. This is him "making a come back".

I'm 21 now and I still get these joyful feelings inside when I see a Princess.

Not quite joyful enough to stand in line for a long time for a picture BUT we did catch Pocahontas at a good moment. She is actually my ancestor. She must know because she called me princess ;)

These are our "strong arms"

We joke about it often and yet continue to take part in the consumption of overpriced goodies.

I swear it is the only place you can spend 5 bucks on a churro and think every bite is worth it!

Things are always yummier when shaped like mickey.

The favorite treat of the Frodsham family can be found in the uncomfortably weird tiki room... oh dole whip- heavenly.

The love birds...

Michael was my ride buddy! He is the best!!!

Best parents around.. Thank you for this wonderful adventure Mom & Dad.

Memories were made!

It was a truly magical trip.

***December 2015***

Las Hermanas

The Canada Toronto Mission lives on...

It always felt extra special to be an Hermana. We have a stronger bond, an explainable love for each other.

//Estas Hermanas son muy importante para mi... Especialmente en este epoca de mi vida//

 It was so fun, and so weird to all be together
in pants,
late at night...
Who knows where life will take us. All I know is that I'm eternally grateful for them.

Provo

I'm beginning to understand now why they call it the bubble.

Everyone is same...
we all think the same,
cultured the same,
believe the same things,
share common goals,
...I swear all the boys have the same haircut and wardrobe.

Toronto to Provo

I just spent the last bit of my life in the most diverse city in the world.

I may be experiencing some culture shock.. and it's my own culture.