Today has been a red-letter day. This whole week has been great, really. On Sunday I approached President Stubblefield to test the waters and see what his thoughts were on the First Presidency letter which advises bishops that single women under the age of 24 generally shouldn’t be given recommends to receive their own endowments. The last two bishops I’ve had have been sticklers about the rule, which is something I would generally support wholeheartedly, if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been praying about the temple a lot (since I found out that D wasn’t temple-worthy, really) and have been feeling like I should go through. I set an interview with trepidation—what if he was the same and was going to tell me that I needed to wait another two years? I believe that he’s inspired. I would do whatever he said he felt was best. But that doesn’t mean it would be easy.

Anyway, when I went in to talk to him I learned that he has had feelings much the same as mine: that I need to take part in the blessings of the temple covenants. So, long story short, I interviewed with him and have a temple recommend. Once I meet with the stake president and get his signature, I can enter the temple. I am so excited—this is something that I have been looking forward to for so long, but because I didn’t think I would be able to go for two more years, I’d been trying not to think too much about it. It seems unreal at this point. I’ll be able to see my younger sister get married after all. I’m so incredibly happy.

But the temple isn’t the only reason I’m having a great day. Scott asked me on a date for next week. He texted me yesterday to say he had a lot of fun playing games on Saturday night, and I replied and told him that I’d love to do it again sometime. Then he sent me a message saying “Sweet! That’s the easiest date I’ve ever asked for!” Later he said that he’d love to do something next week. Honestly, how often does it happen that the guy I really likes asks me out while I still like him? I can answer that question on no hands. This is another exciting moment.

Reason #3 that I’ve had a really great day: I got my GRE scores in the mail today, and I’m really happy with my results. I got a 690 on the quantitative and 720 on the verbal, and a 5.5 on the analytical writing section. For those of you who haven’t had anything to do with college for a really long time, this means I’m in the 70^th percentile in math and the 98^th on verbal, with an 88^th percentile finish on analytical writing. Very impressive from one who follows the principle that “you do best on standardized tests when you only do one practice test to see what the format looks like”. I’m looking at schools ranked a little higher, now that my scores are back. I’d really like to get my master’s through the University of Washington’s online library and information studies program. We’ll see how that works out.

I can’t help thinking about Shakespeare’s adage (was it Shakespeare? Or the Byrds?) that what comes up must come down. How long can everything go great like this? The optimist in me says that there’s no reason things need to change soon. I had a year of wanting to die. Why not a year of feeling like everything in my life is suddenly working out perfectly?