I am a bit more happy than last time I wrote in here.
Last time I wrote , It was before my first dance competition of the year. I'm now at my last, and preparing for recitals.
Dance this year has been different. My injury took up most of the year, then when I returned a fellow dancer who I believed was a friend , showed me her true colors. We are no longer friends, and she very much dislikes talking to me.
A lot of change is going on for me this year. It is stressing me a bit. I'm just not ready to grow up I guess.
Honestly I wish it was still the summer of 2017. Yes, my state was ablaze, and our oxygen was smoke flavored, but I miss it. Not the smoke, and fire, and working in American Red Cross shelters, but what I did.
Last summer I went on an LDS pioneer trek.I got this amazing opportunity to go on this trek, and dress like a pioneer. I pulled a handcart with my "family" that I was organized into , with a "Ma" and "Pa" , and we pulled that handcart with our company. I was able to experience a bit of what my ancestors went through, as Mormon pioneers , being chased from their homes and into the west. I was 100%
disconnected from the world. I didn't even see a car or a phone for an entire week. All of my belongings that I brought were in a five gallon bucket, and I had one change of clothes . That week was one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I was able to grow my testimony of God, and Prayer and the Book of Mormon. I miss it, and I think of it and smile. I hope to be able to attend a trek again, As a "ma" or as a child.
Since this entry went this way, let me put a link to my favorite pioneer Hymn, sang by my churches Choir.
The clips shown in this video are good examples of my trek, minus the snow and death.
-LeeAnn
