LIFE IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECT

I have a personal theory as to why life is not what we want... or expect.


Everyone, and I mean EVERYone wants peace and harmony and love.


On their own terms, of course.


But that original desire for peace, harmony and love comes from our pre-mortal relationship with our Heavenly Parents.


And we want to get that feeling back.



But that isn't what life is about.


Life isn't fair.


It isn't kind.


And it isn't always even logical.


But that's the point.



It's a learning experience.


It's where we learn to make choices - and suffer consequences of those choices - at least most of them.


Good consequences - and bad ones.


The hope is that you learn from all of this.

And that's the plan.

NOT THE CORRECT DAY AT ALL

Murphy's Law is defined as follows:

"Anything that can possibly go wrong, does."

Today, I woke up inspired to begin a healthier lifestyle.

I created a nice little poster yesterday to remind me to drink a bottle of water first when I felt hungry -- to recognize when I am bored instead of hungry -- cut back drastically on my Diet Coke habit -- and to save the chocolate for only special moments instead of constantly.

So what happened today?

I ate a healthy, reasonable breakfast, with TWO bottles of water.

But I forgot to take my medications until right before I have to drive into town at 9:20 a.m.

So I took them then.

And began to get sick-to-my-stomach on the drive in.

For those of you who do not know where I live,  my home is between the middle of No and Where. There is NOTHING close by. You cannot just run out to get a gallon of milk or a tank of gas -- for heaven's sake, the stupid MAIL box is almost two miles away.

So the only choice for any type of food/Pepto-Bismol/Alka-Seltzer is one lonely convenience store about half-way between home and the closest city limits.

Since the alternative was pulling over to the side of the road to vomit, I stopped there.

And as most if not all convenience stores, the chose of any sort of 'healthy' food is seriously, seriously limited.

So I got a slice of pizza.

Really, it was that, Twinkies or chewing tobacco.

STRIKE ONE.

Then for lunch, my second daughter, Joy, suggested going to Subway, which is where I normally get a healthy veggie sandwich.

And, er, yeah, THREE of their freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

STRIKE TWO.

Then my husband, who has finally caught on to the fact that I am not incredibly happy with him at the moment, surprised me by bringing how for dinner my FAVORITE meal - pizza.

With an extra order of bread-sticks.

STRIKE THREE AND YOU ARE OUT.








Oh, well, tomorrow is another day.



Isn't it?