Momentum changes and initiating such

A few weeks ago, I had the following thought stick strongly in my mind:

The way forward begins with me taking one step.

It struck me so strongly that in the middle of sacrament meeting, I loaded up the Cloudpebble IDE online and wrote a app for my watch that displays the quote.

The way forward begins with me taking one step. Inertia is a real thing. It’s obviously a principle of physics. It is also true regarding non-physical things. Making decisions, accepting circumstances, learning from emotions, and so much more begins with making a single decision and beginning to act.

I found this true when I became convinced of my need for help last October. I didn’t want to call and make an appointment with the therapist–I didn’t need help that badly–but I made the call and set the appointment. And that started my momentum down the path to being more healthy.

This was true when I started going on dates again. Asking was never something I was good at. But I was worse at it–and didn’t want to fix it–until late 2014. But taking a step forward and starting to ask, even if I wasn’t sure I wanted to go, put me on the path toward dating again.

There are many applications for this: you can think of far more than I can name. but the principle is true. If you take a step, the second step will be easier.

My current struggle is with home teaching. I believe the program is inspired. I’ve benefitted so much from home teachers. They’ve rarely come, but I’ve always know who mine were and always tried to ask them for blessings before anyone else.

However, I haven’t done well as a home teacher. I’ve known who I home teach for several months, but I haven’t reached out to them yet. I have reasons, but they don’t much matter.

All the matters is the way forward begins with me taking one step. And today is the day I can take that step.


As you might gather from reading the myriad things I blog about, there’s a lot going through my head.  It can get really loud in there.  Between over-analyzing almost everything I hear and thinking about far too many things, I find I need to do a clean-out nearly weekly.

I find the best thing for that is to attend an LDS temple.  The closest one for me is in Provo Utah, pictured below (link).

My appreciation to Kevin Miller photography for posting this picture.  He’s got a great eye.

Anyway, aside from being picturesquely located across the globe (an image search for LDS temples can back me up), temples provide a place where members of the LDS Church can go to worship God, perform saving ordinances for those who have died, and receive revelation.

I want to focus on the last point.  Because my mind is so busy, I face two big problems: (1) I have so much vying for thought resources (I’m describing my brain like a computer…) that it’s hard to take time to seek revelation, and (2) revelation comes so quietly that I often don’t recognize it, or I just ignore it.

Knowing this, I’ve tried to be more still mentally, but that hasn’t always worked.  At the temple, I choose to focus on only one thing: serving God and those who have passed before me.  In doing so, I quiet the other thoughts rampaging through my mind.  Peace comes.  Other important thoughts surface (think balls that have been underwater coming to the top–sometimes they surface and jump up, sometimes they just come to the surface.  Because I am at peace, the thoughts tend to come gently and one-at-a-time.  This allows me to handle each one in turn and set my thoughts (and my life) in order.

I leave refreshed and prepared to face another week.  I am grateful to live five minutes from one of the beautiful places of worship.  My consistent attendance and service therein have immensely blessed my life and have prepared me to face much more than I could have otherwise.

Experiences there and throughout my life have convinced me I have a loving Heavenly Father who cares about every experience I have.  And because He is a loving God, He loves each other person on Earth just as much.  We all experience different trials, but there are meant to prepare us to live with Him eternally.  Temple attendance brings me peace and clears my mind so I can focus on what is eternally important, and not just what my scattered mind tells me is important.

Blog? What blog?

[If you clicked on “Blog” and were sent here, it’s ok. Something is broken and I’m trying to fix it. For my most recent posts, click on the links to the right.]

So apparently when I get busy, my blogging decreases. And when I’m no longer busy again, then I forget I have a blog. Kinda sad, eh?

Well, it’s more sad when you find out that my blog is one of my bookmarks that is so prominently shown on my browser.
Nothing major has changed in the last four months (maybe that’s why I haven’t written–little to pontificate about). I still like women, volleyball, school, and religion. Maybe a few things have changed. I no longer live with freshmen and am now breathing the fresh air of social interaction with people close to my own age.
It’s fun to live where I do. What’s interesting is I am among the youngest guys there, but am older than most of the women in the complex. Yay for two year missions. While I may not agree that those years “don’t count,” (I think I had between four and eight years worth of memories) missions give guys a chance to mature and catch up.
Not that age should matter, but that’s another story. (One I might share a little sooner than December.)