my best friend

while i am on the subject of gratitude and friends i should tell you about another friend.  my best friend. whitney pingree, remember her, my roommate from snow college, and my inseparable partner in crime for all of summers best activities.  well she is pretty amazing. i think we know each other all too well when she knows, even through texting, that there is something wrong.  she can get it out of me, even when i'd rather keep my problems to myself.  she knows what will make me happy when i am at my worst.
i honestly believe that tonight she was guided by the spirit as she sent me this quote...

 ‎"Don't be discouraged. Be believing. Be happy. Go to work. Things will work out." Gordon B. Hinckley

i have been hard on myself over the past week. over many things. i have been upset over not passing the praxis. i have blamed myself for many things, that i know are not my fault. i have let myself get down over silly things.  today was the worst.  the bus was late this morning, making me late for class. i blamed myself.  everything just seemed to be weighing me down. i prayed to my heavenly father for help to be lifted. to get over myself and to just move on.  i had reached my breaking point when whitney texted me that quote.  it was exactly what i needed, at exactly the right time. i broke down, allowed myself to bawl, and thanked heavenly father for whitney.  it was then that i was hit with the reminder that the quantity of friends does not matter (although the world will make you think so) but rather the quality.

i do say, i lucked out in picking a best friend.