Some things are easy, others are hard

Our return trip home from Christmas in Arizona was easy and uneventful (except for the few minutes a certain member of our family had to spend outside the car while regaining composure). The roads were perfectly clear, traffic was light, and crossing the dam was pretty quick, despite the dire roads signs which warned of significant delays.
Our visit was good, except for the part where I went pyscho and became the worst version of myself. Fortunately others are patient and forgiving.
As we were driving back, we found a radio station where a bunch of commentators with British accents were discussing progress and space and life and one of them said something along the lines of, "We're not even sure about the idea of free will, whether people really have choices or not." Of course that flies in the face of what I believe, but the truth is, for me, changing myself is the hardest thing there is. It is so easy to continue being the way I am and so hard--too hard, it seems--to change. I guess that's why true change requires something outside of ourselves to help us be better. Grace provided for by the atonement, I guess it is. Boy do I need some of that and soon!
On a side note, I've resolved to stop in Boulder City (I think that's the name) instead of Las Vegas for any gas or food needs, and be very wary of the Burger Kings on the outskirts of small towns. . . .