How are you all? Guess I'll find out next week. I'm still suddenly feeling inconvenienced by this being-on-a-mission-limited-communication thing. I've heard people say it's the missionary veil becoming thin. The missionary veil is a real thing, by the way. Sorry if I sometimes come off like I'm living in another world. It's because I am. (Again, the higher sphere.)
I have made a new commitment to myself and to you all, family. I was putting myself in your place, for once. And thinking about how horrible of a communicator I have been. So I made this goal to write in my journal everyday at least to put the highlights, in bullet point form. So I have something concrete to remember about my mission instead of just thoughts and feelings, like I usually do. I'll try and include those in my letters. I started two days ago and ran out of time last night, so this will be for next week.
Ok, coolest thing ever that happened last Tuesday, aka a million years ago. We were on mormon.org chat and talking to this punk, as per uge. He didn't believe in God and was being punkish about it and all, "I wish I could help you to see," cue eye roll. "I would just give you my number and talk to you so that I could help you see."
Well, we can actually do that, and I said so.
"Wait. . . really?" He says. "In a heartbeat," I say. So then he actually gives me his number and I call him up! And he's actually way nice over the phone and much more reasonable and has real, tender, deep feelings (like they always do) and also is from Ireland, so he has an accent. And it was the best!! gah if only all conversations could be as real and open. Our computer phone system here is no good, so it started breaking up and we had to end it, but it was such a great experience. And I got his info and I'm calling him back.
Also, the punk was in his early 30s so not like creepy old or obnoxiously young.
Overall it was a good week. It's felt like forever since I emailed, but at the same time, time is flying fast. Mission time is mind blowing. More mind blowing than normal time.
Last night we had an ice cream social with the YPMs (younger performing missionaries)(Yes, I know this is the best mission ever). It was actually super great. Of course, you can't understand the dynamics between us YSMs (young sister missionaries) and the YPMs, but this ice cream social just made the whole summer a lot better. Unity versus awkward tension, ya know? Also, there are like 4 ypms that I have a connection with in some way or another (like mutual associations). And they all seem great, actually.
Next week is our sociable. The sociable. I already feel a little sick to my stomach about it on account of I have no idea what I'm doing. Really though. Sister Hall, Sister Hansen and I are narrator type people, but we're kind of doing this interwoven skit thing, but we need to figure out a way to do it so it's not awkward and cheesy and we haven't actually done that yet so I'm worried about it. And also, as much as I'm a performer, I'm actually not a performer at all. I'd have to do like 6 shows in a row to get comfortable up there. More of a private performance kind of person. ha
So that's about it, I guess. I love you all.
Love, Rachel
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