Last week I was not even close to being in the mindset to serve a mission. Then, everything changed.
Every able young man in the LDS church is asked to serve a mission. I never wanted to. I made choices that kept it from being an option. It was never something I planned on doing. Especially not now. I figured it was just too late for me. However, I made a lot of changes in life. Here I am, 23 years old. I’m serving a mission.
Do I want to? Definitely not. I have an amazing job that allows me to work from home, I’m almost done with a marketing degree, I have finally started pursuing music seriously, I live in an impressive town home, I was finally about to buy a new Subaru to replace my broken vehicle because my finances now allow it, and let’s not forget…. MY HAIR. My glorious mane of triumph will be whittled down to nothing. My pride. My glory. It will be gone. The only reason why any girl was ever interested in me… GONE. And just as man buns were all the hype. Now I’m going to just be…. A normal person.
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