Nightmare

I'm speaking in Stake Conference next week in real life.

I've been feeling pretty stressed about it. The topic is a tough one for me: How the Young Women Values have prepared me to be a good wife. Truth be told, I generally don't feel like a good wife. (This is not a pity party, or a time to think Andrew isn't nice to me...just an inner struggle. Being a wife has been a hard tranisition. Enough said.) Last night I thought about for a bit before going to bed, and this was the result:

Claire wanted to be supportive, so she flew down to Baltimore to listen to me speak. I decided not to actually write the talk before hand because it was just too stressful, and I figured I'd have enough time to figure something out while the opening hymn was being sung, and the first speaker spoke. While the opening hymn was being sung, I picked at a scab on the top of head nervously. Blood started GUSHING down my face (think horror movie-esque gushing). Claire and I ran to the bathroom to try and wash my hair before I had to speak. She reassured me that no one would notice my hair was red and wet. It would be fine, she promised.

And then I had to speak. With nothing prepared. And blood on my shirt.

Awesome. At least it was a fitting Halloween dream, eh?