Where Is My Mouse?

Well,


I'm home. This has been in and of itself an experience that is unique, yet similar to others who experience the return home after a long, life changing chapter in the book of life.
I find that exercise has become an afterthought. This is bad. Going from exercising five days a week to almost nothing played with my body alot. I found that I had less energy and I didn't feel as good. I also found that my body is taking full advantage of the abundant sleep that I am afforded. I believe it was a good thing at first. A chance for my body to heal itself. But as time wears on and I am still sleeping through my alarm and then some for several hours, I think that I need some change.
I have also found that I am adjusting to living in a predominantly Mormon society again. I love being back but when someone is exposed to the worldly side of things for too long it begins to rub off.
I hope to get into a more constant swing. I like to have a constant in life.
More to follow soon. I won't wait as long as last time. I promise.

P.S. I found my mouse.

On The Way Home

Sorry 'bout that. I've been out for a bit.

I went to the field two weeks ago to have a comprehensive test of my skills in the field and it was quite an experience. The average day lasted about 19-20 hours. Sometimes I was lucky to get two hours of sleep. But I functioned just fine without coffee (unlike my counterparts) and I didn't use caffeine. I was quite proud of myself. The blessings of the Word of Wisdom will take care of you. I am also glad to know that I can consistently work on 2-4 hours of sleep, though I won't look for the opportunity.
There have been few times in my life that I felt like I accomplished something great. One of these times was the last day of my field training exercise. We cleaned up, geared up, and marched out to get picked up by the buses. My team of 6 was the last ones left because of room so we sat around for about 20 minutes waiting for the bus to come and get us which was perfectly fine for us because being able to lay down and just relax and rest was fabulous. It was such a treat, for lack of a better word. But while a total of eight of us shared a whole bus I felt so proud of the work that I accomplished these passed few months and that I was able to make it when 35 percent of the class was failed out. I love the moments of relaxation after a very hard and strenuous period. They seem very sweet. No wonder we had to come to this earth to learn. The bad makes the good that much better.

So now I am on the way home. And after being gone for some time it is nice to be going back.