A Case of Swass and a Sweaty Epiphany

Today was the first day of Campus Education Week! 

Oh happy day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I decided, today, while driving home-

super sweaty in my gray shirt {not the best combination} from walking 45 minutes to my car-in the blistering heat, literally checked if the butt warmer was "on" on my car seat, because, you know...a little case of swassy and swoobsy??? 

Anyway, I decided, that I am officially a dork. And I'm okay with it. Getting giddy about going to sit and listen to people teach, for ten hours a day, for the next 4 days-

Nerd alert!

 But, I'm absolutely at peace with my nerdiness...

It's me, I'm a dork, a nerd, and I'm Christy. Hello! How are ya?!?

I was thinking back to my younger years, when I was between worlds. Not wanting to "miss out" on the "good life-" Didn't want to be a full fledged "goody goody" because I would be somehow missing some of the fun. But definitely always loved my Heavenly Father much more than my silly mind games, so I always strived {keyword strived} to stay close to what I knew was right. 

{Random, but I feel like Chris Farley-with all these " " marks...So, I'm not, "the norm," I'm not "camera friendly" I "frighten children."}

But today, while jamming out to some Wobble, Wobble, and Bieber- I realized, finally, that 

it is the good life to live close to the Spirit. 

I realized that it's okay to be crazy, jam out, dance my brains out, teach my babies to do so, laugh 

till I pee, ETC {and there's many more things we could put in here} 

AND be in tune with the Spirit. It is NOT the "good life" for me, personally, to

turn my back on God, and my precious Gospel, or even put "the world's" ideas of fun in place of 

being worthy to feel the Spirit. 

Or sacrificing, for any reason, the opportunity to truly experience JOY, 

real joy.

That joy always, always includes the Spirit.

Turns out, the stuff they've been telling me in Primary, Mia Maids {I'm old}

Sunday School, Young Women's, Seminary, Relief Society, Conference, 

Education Week, Women's Conference,

 seemingly self-righteous comments from that "one know-it-all" annoying lady in sunday school,

From my precious Mommy and my sockety Daddy,

all the many mentors I've had,

and all the amazing prophets past and present

&

last but not least, my beautiful Savior

is true.

And real.

I know it.

I feel it.

So-that means I can go to Education Week, and feel the Spirit in rich abundance, 

then ride home, windows down, sun-roof open, 

blasting, and jamming the Wobble-

and it's all good. 

All is Well.