Here's my Sunday Confessions (good day for it right?): I sometimes (more often than I like) lose all perspective. I'd like to think I know when this is happening, but I have no idea. Perspective just slowly but surely slips away and life mysteriously becomes more and more challenging for no apparent reason. Then comes a morning like this morning, listening to a talk from years ago by Thomas S. Monson, and my perspective comes right back to me. Like magic. Today, for the first time, I realized that the best part, the magical part of perspective is that it gives . . . actually . . . it infuses you with hope. And that hope, it invigorates your mind and you think, Wait, I can do this or that. In fact, I want to make these changes in my life so that I can get all these things done. Just like that, you're more excited about waking up in the morning. You feel like life has a bit more purpose and reason. And maybe, just ma...