When You Don’t Want to Do What You’re Supposed to Do
I decided that I needed to go to the temple this week. I try to go there at least two times a month – usually early on a Friday or Saturday morning. It had been a few weeks, so I decided it was time to go. Friday I was in a funk, went to bed late, and didn’t want to get up to go to the temple. I woke up early anyway and lay in bed thinking about it. Because I didn’t want to go, and my brain was telling me things like: “It will take too long.” “You don’t want to do that.” “You