Just try the stupid thing!

Okay first post....eeerrg...I'll be honest...I'm not 100% sure on what I'm doing but I'm doing it! Which is kind of what the point of this whole blog is about...

Ah hem. So for those who don't know me, my name is Hannah. I'm married to this Jake babe I found on Tinder and we have one. weird. kitten. We bought a cute little place in cute little Centerville Utah early in 2016. I work full time usually from 4:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.at the Layton Biolife as a phlebotomist. That's right. I'm a vampire. I stab people...in the least psychopathic way. I'm currently pursuing school in....well that's another post for later. Anyways, as the first year in my marriage went on, I noticed that every conversation I had basically only covered what was said above.

Anyone: "So Hannah, what are you up to these days?"

Me: "Oh you know just fixing up our little place...and work.... and being married....and work."

Anyone: "Are you in school right now?"

Me:"I applied for a radiology program but I won't know if I get in for another few months...so not currently."

Anyone: "Oh...um..."

Me: "Uh...wanna hear what my cat did the other day?! The little jerk...."

Anyone: "Sorry I think something is um...burning...bye."

Now I'll admit that is not what EVERY conversation consisted of, but that is what I started taking out of my conversations. Here I am. A 22 year old woman who's conversations consisted of four topics. I wanted to tell people that I was in school, traveling, volunteering, creating, and nurturing. I wanted to tell people that I just got done competing in the world skydiving tours and was now getting ready to teach yoga to nuns or something like that. I kinda figured it was a 1/4 life crisis I was going through and that I should just be satisfied with what I had. For months I would try to drag Jake on little adventures and I'm pretty sure I just exhausted the heck out of the poor fella. One day he turned to me and said, "You need a hobby."....what? A hobby? I don't need a hobby! I have hobbies....I play the Ukulele sometimes, and I make dinner, and I watch Park and Rec regligiously. There. Hobbies.

A few weeks later we were sitting in Sunday School and the teacher was talking about the parable of the 10 virgins. As he was reading in Matthew 25, my eyes wandered down to the parable of the talents. For any of my friends who are not familiar with this story, it is about a Master with 3 servants. The Master gives each of his servants talents. To the first he gives 5, to the second he gives 2, and to the third he gives 1. Now, two of the servants went out and traded with these talents and ended up doubling the talents that were given to them. Meanwhile, the third servant took his talent and hid it away. When the Master returned to his servants he was please with the first two who had taken his talents and multiplied them. When he met with the third servant however, he was very angry at his laziness and took away