Dear Sam, Today was traumatic. Not because it’s the first week of summer and all six kids are home. Not because it’s the first of the month and all the bills are due. No. Today was traumatic because I finally addressed the email problem I’ve been avoiding for over a year. For reasons I cannot fully explain, I convinced myself fixing my email would require a degree in computer science, a trip to a phone store, and possibly a priesthood blessing or an exorcism. So naturally, I ignored it for twelve months. Today I faced my fears. It was every bit as awful as I imagined. I fought Microsoft. Then Outlook. Then Outlook.com. Then Microsoft 365. Then GoDaddy. Then something called a passkey. Then Microsoft Authenticator. Then verification codes. Then verification codes to verify the verification codes. At one point I was being asked to approve an app that required access to an account that I couldn’t access because I needed the app. I briefly considered living...
Somehow this video became about leaks, grief, intuition, hidden treasure, and welcoming my husband back into our bedroom. 😅 Utah is in a drought… meanwhile my house is leaking everywhere. Pool equipment leaking. Things breaking. Water going where it shouldn’t. Me trying to catch my life in garbage bags. But underneath all of that chaos is a story about trusting my gut. I bought turf knowing full well it was probably not the smartest financial decision on paper. Honestly, I half expected Sam to come back from the dead just to stop me. 😂 Instead… I found treasure. While digging through storage under the stairs, I found Sam’s grandma’s silver that was hidden away for a couple decades! Silver tea set… that also happened to be worth enough money to pay off the turf before interest even kicked in. And while searching through all those forgotten boxes, I found something even more valuable: our wedding photo. A photo I had once put away during a season where I was angry, hurt, ...