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Sore

I love being sore. Not just the usual sore though. I love being sore from head to toe because I just spent time at BSBC, my original camp home. I washed dishes, I scraped plates, I walked most of the grounds, I slept for five hours on a lumpy awkward creaky mattress. All in all, it was a beautiful retreat.

I “took” the Intervarsity chapter from my school there for their spring retreat and I think it was good overall. I think they enjoyed it and I’m glad I got to share my camp home with them.

But I miss it terribly. I didn’t realize quite how much until I was actually there. It’s hard to know that I can’t go back there right now because I can’t afford it. It’s hard because even if I could, it wouldn’t be the same.

That’s not to say I don’t like where I am right now. I do, really. OBC is great too and I think it’s giving me more experience in the bigger picture areas of a camp. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll be working full time at a camp. I say someday because I have so much in loans that shy of a miracle, I’ll have to take a real job for a while in order to pay off my debt before I can do some of the things I love.

So much thinking. It hurts my brain. So that’s all for now.

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“As you know, I am a petal borne aloft on the autumn wind. It should say that in my file.” I like my alone time but get lonely frequently. I am dependable and trustworthy, a hard worker, and if I say I will do something, it will most likely be done. I am daily learning who I am and how I relate to people. I sing almost constantly. (Some would say I’m crazy or weird… I’m ok with that.) I am a singing, dancing photographer/writer/web-editor/proofreader who wants to change the world. I am on the cusp of a quarter-life crisis, navigating the ups and downs of becoming a grown-up. I find that as a twenty-nine year old woman, many of my friends seem to have the life I want: jobs in fields they love (with decent salaries), boyfriends, fiances, children, etc., while I seem somewhat stuck in a mediocre job with little time for a social life. I am a Christian trying to apply my very real faith to my equally real life. I have perfectionist tendencies which I blame on being an oldest child. I think that about covers it so... yeah.

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