The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

I am not a fan of Day Light Savings. I mean, I like having the day light last longer in the evening and all that, but oh, how my body HATES waking up an hour earlier.  In fact, I sort of can't.  This morning John tried to wake me up for 35 minutes.  I thought I was awake until he came back and leaned over me and said, "Hey, you, are you getting up or what?" "Obviously," I told him slightly grumpily, "I am NOT." But I did (late) and I got to church (late) and primary was awesome (and late), but I didn't feel to bad because EVERYONE was late. That's the very best part of Daylight Savings.  For about three days, I have the worlds best excuse for being late . . . Day Light Savings , you know, it's a killer. Yeah, I just couldn't get my act together . . . I'm so tired.  You too?  Yeah, it's the pits. And then, after the said three days, well, I'm just late for no good reason other than I can't seem to get myself to ...

Ok, quick update on my intentions:  I've been drinking 8 cups of water and with my love of moving, I think I've got to up the cups.  But I feel so much better and I have to say, I think skin might already be looking better (is this possible?).   I read this insanely inspiring article in my 10 minutes if brain bending reading.  Made me cry and feel proud and WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD.  I love feeling that way.    As for my prayers--honestly, I'm THE WORST at this.  So it was a really good intention.  But I read this quote today on instagram:   "The object of our prayers should not be to present a wish list or a series of requests but to secure for ourselves and for others blessing that God is eager to bestow, according to His will and timing.  Every sincere prayer is heard and answered by our Heavenly Father, but the answers we receive may not be what we expect or come to us when we want or in the way we anticipa...