1) When I was in the Bakery on Summer Staff in 2003, after a couple of times making "dirt" for what felt like thousands... I swore that I'd never make it again. Never. It was disgusting. The magic is gone when you know how its assembled. Fast forward to 2012. Brinkley and I were brainstorming a party to throw at work on Saturday. It's around Spring. I said I'd make "dirt".
This evening I got back from my hair cut, and I started making the pieces of the dirt puzzle. I could not believe for the life of me that I was making it.
A few things stood out:
a) making 2 pots of the dessert is WAY easier then 60,000 (not literally. but it was a lot).
b) I loved my Summer Staff experience. I met some amazing people. And while Jules, Matty, and Jess continue to be prized and beloved people in my life... there were others that made such a tangible impact on my life. The way I viewed community, Christ, and my role in a group of people radically changed that session. I'm thankful for the long lasting and what will be eternal effects of a time well spent. While working at camp I always felt so close and connected to what that experience looked like. It was never far. Not really. This summer it will be 9 years since I set foot in the bakery. It feels far. The context and content of my relationships with three beloved friends continues to evolve, change, grow, and morph into the present.
Yet. Today.
I remembered and reflected how it was one month of service that began it all.
So. Dirt. Was a great experience.
2) I got my haircut today. Not really anything. Just a few layers trimmed in the front. But I got my "summer" highlights done. It's amazing how different you can feel after 2 hours in a chair being done up. Mckenzie is my favorite colorist I've met to date. I trust her implicitly. I like that she can pick up on my tones of "I want change" but knows better then to challenge my desire to cut 12 inches off, just yet. I like her. She's really started to open up and become chatty. It's a good thing.
3) It's summer weather here. The air conditioning went on the other day. It hurt my heart. I turned it off just as quick.
4) Kim and I are going to the Hunger Games tomorrow night. I can't freaking wait.
5) Truthfully. Life is good. There are of course challenges, and highs and lows (sometimes even within the same day). But I feel quietly content and purposely challenged in each day. I've been dealing with some mild frustrations regarding sugar, and my internal roller coaster. There are days when I know that my light is not quite as bright, and that I'm more quiet then usual. Sometimes I struggle with the sound of my voice in my head, and pray that it passes quickly and with little damage. I remember talking to my brother last year about this time about the challenges of sugar, medicine, and such. It was the first time I can ever recall having allowed the emotional burden and exhaustion be heard. Said out loud that its hard. That its a struggle. A difficult one. He encouraged me in the way that I most depend, and yet am always surprised by. That life would continue to move along, and that I'm strong- independent, smart, and more than capable with my faith to tackle this and tackle it well. I feel as though I'm in a similar valley, and pocket of exasperation. I can hear him in my head. I can hear him helping me move along. The past couple of days have been better. But altogether, there's been a lot of emotional stress in the past two months and the priority of my health has not been in its top position. Pulling it together. We're getting there. And because of the Grace and Patience that I have been learning with and for myself... its there- that life is good.
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