Utah . . .

I can't even begin to tell you how nervous this post is making me. but here goes nothing.

Utah, we meet again.

You are harsh, unforgiving, and often critical.

You bring back fear, insecurity, and doubt.

You are icy, blazing, and dry as can be.

BUT

if I continue to feel so badly about you, my life will be miserable for the next who knows how long??

It's time for Jules to buck up and pick herself off the pitiful ground she so eagerly lays on.

REWIND   D*N*I*W*E*R

Utah, we meet again.

You are picturesque, mountainous, and full of adventure.

You are artsy, outdoorsy, and playsy???.

You hold family, friends, and many future friends.

You are seasonal, fresh, and abundant

You are my home. old. and again, new.

Jules is moving back to Utah, because Jules has been blessed with the gift of receiving revelation and the courage to act on it.

I am ready, armed, and actually excited to learn the art of snowboarding.

Signing up for psych classes at the "U" and conjuring SLC venues to perform and sell my CDs (when recording is finished in a month)

Sometimes, we think we know exactly what God has in store for us. . . but that usually ends in a big puddle of "whoops, I have no idea which (sometimes million) pathways would be most helpful in my life long journey of returning to my Heavenly Parents."

I've spent the past 9 months in warm sunshine, surrounded by people who have done nothing but lift and build up my emotional and spiritual stability.  I guess I'm ready to go back, head first, into the fire. right where I need to be.  

I'm soooo nervous. I'm getting sooooo excited. It's sooooooo surreal, seeing as I was convinced a couple of months ago that I would never call Utah my home again.

NEVER SAY NEVER. lesson learned.

Wish me luck. lots of it. 

UTAH,

here I come . . .