Happy feels good.
I'm packing up for the International Convocation of Unitarian Universalist Women. Whoo-hoo! I'll be staying in a hotel room with 3 of my peeps, so it's slumber party time. Three of us are doing weight watchers (and the other one is not WW-averse) so we're packing up low point snacks and such. They don't know that I'm also packing my Mamma Mia DVD. Shh. Don't tell them. They might accidentally forget to get me a key.
I am feeling so good these days. After 9 months of not being able to read anything more complex than Entertainment Weekly, my brain is working again. I'm listening to sermons, reading great stuff, having actual thoughts ...
I wasn't sure whether to go back to school this semester. I just felt so raw. Like I'd shatter into a million shards if anyone even gave me a sidewise glance.
So I signed up for one class, hoping I could handle it. Pshaw. My problem is that the lack of thinking for 9 months created a vacuum. I am Audrey. FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME.
And speaking of feed me ... Man, I am loving Weight Watchers. Really-o, truly-o.
Accomplishment feels good. Anticipation feels good. Learning feels good. Thinking feels good.
Not constantly carrying fear feels real good.
Fear will come again. That's just natural. Failure will come, blue days will come, that's just life. But I'm loving this, as long as it lasts.
I'm looking forward to many things at the Convocation, but perhaps most of all, I'm looking forward to hearing Rev. Rosemary Bray McNatt speak again.
The last time I heard her speak, I came home and enrolled in seminary. I'm a little concerned ... I might wind up a missionary in the jungles of South America this time.
So, if you don't hear from me for a few weeks ... well, send Peacebang to rescue me. I don't speak Spanish.