My Mormon Journey

I feel a need to explain some of the things I mentioned earlier about trying to become more selfish. It was a play of words, and I have no intent of becoming more selfish. The problem is, many women, like me, see taking care of oneself as a selfish thing. But it is indeed not. I am not talking about packing the day for yourself only, going for an hour jog, an hour at the cafe, an hour of spa, or reading a book and then having virtually no time for family because all time is used on oneself. I am talking about the fact that many tend to care for their families and others with no or little time to fill oneself with positive and up-building things. There needs to be a balance in all things. Kind of the same way that life is, and should be, a mixture of opposing adventure. But that goes for another blog topic. Of course, taking care of family, is indeed uplifting although maybe challenging, sometimes. But we tend to forget that we as mums, also consist of our self, there is somebody

That does sound a little odd, doesn't ? Trying to become more selfish. But sometimes it is actually very necessary, although maybe not in the way it sounds... I recently read in the LDS living magazine that there is a burnout epidemic. I have been fighting my own for quite some years now. If you try to be "perfect" you will always have to fight to become something that is not possible. But still, typically women, try this anyways.  A perfect sunset But what is really perfect? Is it to get up at 5AM, go running, take a shower, put the make up on, wake your husband and children with a soft kiss, going to the kitchen, preparing a wholesome breakfast that all love, make them lunches that give them all the fiber and fun they need, driving them to school, coming home, cleaning the house, babysitting the neighbors kid, walking your Dads dog, serving at the local shelter, shop according to your preplanned list, go home and make dinner from scratch while canning someth

The beginning of my Mormon Journey I was not born a Mormon.  I was not raised a Mormon.  But I became one.  And here is the story of how - and not the least, why: Growing up I had a protestant mum and a catholic dad. We only went to church when there was a special occasion, but in small ways they still taught me to believe in God. At night my mum sang me a song that goes something like this: Loving God you hold me tight When I go to bed at night. I am safe with those who love me, dearest God please never leave me Please take care of big and small, Now goodnight to one and all. This song I think is the main reason I believed in God as a child and I still feel this safety when hearing it or singing it myself to my children.  But a song would not lead me for the rest of my life. My teenage years came, I moved away when I was 15 to be able to attend senior high school as it was far away from where I lived. I remember crying the very first night alone, but that seeme