Changes

So when I was about 3 (yes, I know, a bit late) my parents finally decided to take away my pacifier. I mean, I had all my teeth in, I really didn't NEED it, it was just kind of my security blanket. So they decided that the 'pacifier fairy' would take it, and if I was really good, then I would get to go to the zoo the next day. Well, I didn't like this idea, and it was hours into the night that I was screaming that I didn't WANT to go to the zoo, I just wanted my PACIFIER back! Whilst my brother, from who my parents also took the pacifier, slept peacefully and really didn't care. I didn't get my pacifier back, and I got something much better out of it, that I still vaguely remember to this day.
Why am I telling you this, you may ask? Well, it's happening again. My figurative pacifier (and if he ever found out I was calling him a pacifier he'd either laugh or stare at me like I was nuts. Or possibly both) is being taken away from me, and the only thing I want to do is throw a tantrum until I get it back. My best friend, who I trust more than ANYONE in the entire universe and is my go-to guy for almost anything that happens to me, is leaving for his mission next week. And needless to say, I've kind of been freaking out. For a while, but it's been happening regularly lately. Today kind of brought things even more closer. It was his farewell talk. But I've also realized some things these past few months, in the midst of my panic.
 1. The person I need to trust in is God. Because He gives the best advice, He ALWAYS knows what's best for me, and how timing should work, and He loves me more than anyone else in the entire world. He loves me more than I love myself.
2. I can either make leaving easy, or I can make it hard. Because frankly, leaving for a foreign country where they don't speak English and it's COMPLETELY different from what you're used to? On top of leaving your entire family, and friends and only being able to send them an occasional letter or email? Just a little more scary than having your best friend leave. Just saying. So I realized that I needed to chill out, and step into his shoes for a little bit. And shut up. Because quite frankly, he doesn't need me pouting and complaining, and it's not good for me either. So I need to help him do his priesthood duty, and not hinder him. Believe me, he's got Satan's forces coming at him from all directions without me adding to everything.
3. He's not dying. I will, in fact, see him in two years. And I'm leaving on my mission in a few months, so those two years are going to FLY. Plus, we're going to the same university. It's not going to be a problem to be able to see him when we're both home.
 4. Contrary to popular belief, I can actually fix my own problems. I really can. I can give myself even better advice than most of my friends can.
The moral of this story? Change sucks, but sometimes, you just gotta lose that pacifier. Because there's a zoo in your future.