I'd love to make up some exotic place and describe the sights, the smells the tastes the sounds but it would be nothing but lies. I've been here....here in Oregon that is. But, like Dorothy being tornadoed into the land of Oz, I feel like that has been my life.
I yearn to write blog posts. I store them all inside of this head of mine but by morning, they have disappeared like dandelions, scattering their dust to a point of no return. But I'm still here. Maybe different in a lot of ways, but I'm still here.
The journeys are different...scary, exciting, unpredictable, breathtaking.
On July 11th, I will be having surgery. It will be, hopefully, the end of feeling under the weather and not like the me I used to be. I won't lie and say that I'm not afraid because I am. The surgery doesn't scare me; the recovery does. Almost 8 weeks of liquefied and pureed food sends my heart beating pretty fast. But, the outcome will be great so for that, I'm excited.
On July 1st, I will be speaking for the youth group at my church. This is something I have always felt the most comfortable with....talking before large groups of people. I still haven't figured out why it doesn't send me into the bathroom, shaking and quivering and never wanting to show my face again but it just seems like something I can't wait to do. I will be talking about vulnerability...thanks to all of you for your comments and encouraging words. I really believe that there are some teens that need to hear it too.
I'm also taking a leap in getting back into writing and painting and sketching again. I have been on hiatus from drawing long enough. The recovery time will be the perfect opportunity to dust off the paint brushes.
I also intend to look at the flowers blooming, listen to the birds singing and smell the fragrance of rain or freshly mowed grass. I look forward to feeling J's hand in mine as we celebrate our first anniversary together.
So many things to look forward to but God knows that I couldn't do it without my friends coming along for the ride. Thank you for being a part of my life!
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