The Climb

Hey everyone. Well I guess it's my turn to write on the blog. This is exciting, yes?

So the other day while I was babysitting, one of the little girls wanted to watch The Hannah Montana Movie. I turned it on reluctantly, because I really don't like Miley Cyrus. In the movie, Miley was getting into trouble trying to balance her pop star life with her normal life, so her dad made her take a break and go to Tennessee. He called it a "Hannah Detox". Miley was so angry at her dad, and resented him at first for "taking away her life", as she put it. Eventually, she started having fun and met a very cute guy who told her "life's a climb, but the view sure is great".

I started thinking about how I was sort of forced to take a break from my life. A few months ago, I was living life in the fast lane, being popular and just having fun, except I was neglecting the things in life that really mattered: my family and the Gospel. I didn't notice, or really care actually, what was happening, and just went along with the crowd. I ended up breaking curfew by a whole night, just to be rebellious, and got grounded (yeah, I am STILL grounded).

At first, things sucked. People called me all the time, wanting to hang out, and I felt left out, and I resented my mom for grounding me, especially for such a long period of time. My mom wanted me to take the time to strengthen relationships with my family members, learn more about the Gospel and try to live my life with those standards, and take a break from all of the drama that came along with being friends with those people I should have ever been friends with.

We all make mistakes, I'm just glad that I can recognize them as mistakes now. When I was rebelling, I thought I was too far gone, and any time I thought it would be a good idea to stop following the crowd, I just thought "oh no, I can't do it". I just wanted to get back to where I was in a split second, instead of working for it. But life is a climb, and you have to go step by step, with a little help, you can do whatever it is you set your mind to do.

I'm very grateful for my mom, and for her not giving up on me when I pushed her away. Parents give the best advice, hands down. I've asked friends what I should do, but heck, if I don't know, then why would they know? But my parents have been there, done that. I'm glad that I can go to my mom with my problems, and she can fix things just like that. I love my family, and I guess what I've learned so far throughout this whole, crazy mess called life is that it's a climb. But the view sure is great. I'm sure that this is the cheesiest thing I'll ever write, but that's okay with me. It's life.

Love, Emma.