Living and Learning ...

So my favorite comment about myself is "I'm 27 and I still sleep in bunkbeds in my parents' basement." It can prove to either make me feel worse about myself (I sleep on the bottom bunk because I'm afraid of heights) or make me feel better somehow. I had a conversation with one of my great friends last night after a seemingly useless training at work. The main thing we came up with was that it's all ok. I wouldn't trade my lack-of-formal-education-sleeping-on-the- bottom-bunk-working-two-part-time-jobs-like-I'm-18-again life. Really. And I'm not just saying this. I get to play Screaming Viking with teenagers who teach me more than I'll ever teach them. I still get to pile on Mom and Dad's bed and read scriptures with my parents. I get to figure out what I really want to do with my life before it's already done and I'm stuck. I get to spend time with my wee nephew. I get to learn about compassion and service first hand. (I'm still learning patience....) I get to attend a great ward with great friends. I get to be Kayla.