Investment

   So you know when you have those "Ah-Ha!" moments. I had one this week. It's really one of those kinds that you have a lot of when you're little, like when you want to touch the oven and you're parents tell you "it's hot", but you touch it anyway just to discover this painful sensation called "hot".
 I learned that in order to be invested in a project, you must actually invest in said project. Sure, I've heard that about a billion and a half times, but I heard that a mission, marriage, college are all wonderful, but didn't really know what they were talking about until I discovered it for myself.

   Right now, I'm experimenting with two things; Wreaths by Hannah (name subject to change), and Zip Migration. All of these lessons are really hard to apply with Zip Migration, why? Do you know how hard it is to find people that aren't citizens of the US? It's actually not my favorite activity to walk up to people and ask, "are you a citizen?". I served a mission and walking up to people and talking to them about important topics is still the single most difficult thing I've ever had to do in my life.

  Wreaths though? That's easy, I'll facebook, talk to the women next to me at the grocery store, whatever, heck, I'll even go to hobby lobby and drop over fifty dollars in glittery feathers and bundles of straw to make a product that I can sell.

So that makes me ask myself; "Why do I feel infinitely more invested in something as meaningless as a wreath?"

Maybe I'm a narcissist, and am invested because wreaths is my idea. Perhaps I'm a terrible person that just wants the world to combust in sparkles burlap and grapevines, but I think that the bigger reason that I have a hard time injecting passion is because, I can't wrap my head around all of this migration/green card stuff; at least not yet.

Now it's time to apply that knowledge and get burned by another fire.