Callings

I just got a new calling. And I'm not too thrilled about it.

I'm a Relief Society greeter. First off, I hate feeling like I'm getting a calling just to have a calling. I hate committees. I hate things like Relief Society table decorator (luckily I have never done that...). But my callings have always made me feel like if I just didn't show up on Sunday that no one would notice.

So let's get into the logistics of this calling. When the counselor told me that I was going to be a greeter I almost cried. He explained that there are lots of women that sit in the back of the room and have no friends. Or that sit alone during Sacrament meeting and then leave. They figure it's because they don't feel welcome in Relief Society. Okay. Whatever. But I am the girl that sits alone in the back of the room. And I like sitting in the back. And I'd rather sit in the back alone than have a girl I don't know ask me to sit with her closer to the front. Also, I hate talking to strangers. And as part of my calling I'm supposed to go around and get to know the girls and sit with the loners. Why does it have to be so hard? And I have a roommate that does this on her own every single week and I think she would be perfect for it. I just feel inadequate. And lame. And I hate that I might make girls feel like I'm trying to be their friend because it's my calling.

The weird thing is that when I've told people they've mentioned that they think it's a perfect calling for me. What the heck? Going up alone and talking to strangers? Not my thing. Have you seen me ever do that at a party or something? No. I won't even go to a party if I won't know someone besides the host there.

In other news, I've recently discovered that I kind of like carrot sticks. I know, right? But they're kind of sweet. And crunchy/crispy. They snap. I've never liked carrots. And now I do. I'm also really enjoying the peaches from my Bountiful Basket this week. Also, I spent a good chunk of Saturday afternoon picknicking and chatting with Blake in his awesome backyard. A large result of that outing? Me not being able to stop thinking about a certain young man. Not Blake. Someone else. And I hate thinking about it because... well, things just don't work out the way you'd like, ya know? And I talked to Hayley on the phone last night! I've been wanting to call them but I figured they're really busy. But she called! I was so excited to hear all about what's going on for them in Charlotte. I love those two.