I spent about 2 years (time always seems different in retrospect, so I actually have no idea how long) figuring out how I was going to transition into LIFE.  I mulled over dreams of who I wanted to be--thinking about those people in my life who I admired and wondering WHEN I was going to be in that place.  When was I going to have a home that I could invite people into?  When would I be a person that could be of influence to others?  When could I be a part of a community without the strings of my past attached?

Yesterday I got to play 4 square with 5 first graders.  As the other adults talked with one another, I got to teach a girl with no hand-eye coordination how to keep her eye on the ball and stay on her toes.  And on my drive to work today, I couldn’t help but pray for these kids and their parents--wanting them to learn more about God’s love for them, learn how to be loving towards their friends, and how their parents can push past the fatigue and impatience and speak words of truth into their lives.

That was it.  It is here.

I do not want to stop dreaming.  I do not want to stop striving and looking up to others and seeing areas in my life that I want improved.  But I am so grateful to be here.

P.S.  I usually cry when I watch INTERVENTION (like I am now-9:58 pm).

P.S.S.  I usually gasp with my hand over my mouth when I watch HOARDERS (like I am now 10:02 pm).