Okay, so I've received a couple of comments/replies regarding my email last week...and because I really don't remember all that I wrote (mainly because my missionary brain has trouble remembering what even happened the day before) I wanted to clarify that I didn't have that hard of a week last week as my last email may have sounded. I realized that my sarcasm/sassiness/humor/ whatever other feeling I actually intend to relay doesn't come through as much as I would like in my emails...so yeah...no worries, I'm doing great :)
Anyways, one funny thing that kept coming up this week (besides the hilariousness of Sis. Robbins and I - we sometimes think we're really funny while acknowledging that people around of us are probably judging us for our stupidity of what we are laughing about). It's funny because being in a little mission bubble a lot more things seem super funny to you whereas in the real world you would just think that they're stupid. That wasn't the funny thing.
Actually, in thinking about it it might be a little hard to explain and saying it out loud just now didn't sound so funny so I won't mention it now....suspense!
Sorry, for some reason I am just struggling today to keep my brain going in a cohesive stream of thought. Try not to judge me too hard...lol It's actually becoming more difficult to figure out what to write everyone because missionary life seems so completely normal to me and it's hard to describe/ talk about what's happening because something happens everyday and I unfortunately don't have enough time to explain everything or even a few things. So if you want me to talk about a particular topic I am all ears. Just reply. :)
But I would say one particular thing that stood out to me what was during Zone Training, where President Robinson (my mission president) was talking to us about accountability and being an agent instead of an object. He was telling us that we needed to take responsibility and own up to our own actions when certain things do not go our way.
Being an object meant that we justify why certain things happens - in short, we allow ourselves to become victims - allowing outside influences affect our results.
Being an agent meant that despite outside influences we do not let it determine our personal choices. Just because people can be mean to us or the work seems really hard at times does not mean we are allowed to slack off and make excuses as to why we are making particular choices.
Sorry again, I feel like this email is less than sub-par but I will try to figure something really great to write about next week! Love you all!
And a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my other (soul) sister KHAMISSA (negra) whose birthday is this friday!!!! Ik hou van jullie!!!!
oh and ps. I love Mylissa Buysse
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