Forget Me Not

College is stressful. Life is stressful. Last night, during a Spanish-induced panic attack I felt rather hopeless. Spanish is kicking my butt. It's a pretty strange feeling for someone who used to have the will power to pull all-nighters for school. Okay, that still happens, but not as often. Even going to bed at one and waking up at six has drained me. And my shoulders and lower back ache.

When I first got up today I considered calling in sick, being sick, "accidentally" falling back asleep...anything to avoid Spanish. I didn't, though. I got up and saw a golden ticket on the kitchen table. That is, a chocolate bar that said golden ticket. It was from Relief Society's chocolate night, which I did not go to because I was at a tap concert.

Anyway, I'm waxing long. The point is what this ticket/chocolate bar said:
1. Forget not to be patient with yourself.
2. Forget not the difference between a good sacrifice and a foolish sacrifice.
3. Forget not to be happy now.
4. Forget not the "why" of the gospel.
5. Forget not that the Lord loves you.

That's President Uchtdorf, by the way. See? Read it.


I think each of these "petals" apply to me and my ridiculous relationship with Spanish, but it's time for me to Go and Do so I'll leave you to ponder how they can be applied to your life.

Love,
Erika

Oh, and the forget me not is the Alaska state and my high school class flower. How cool is that?