This summer up to now,

I quit my job. No longer do I work with a now 14 year old boy with autism. That job had probably become part of my identity, but now, it's nothing. Even though I haven't really looked back at it, do I miss it. I miss the family.

I have been dancing and studying the muscoskeletal system. Kinesiology: the study of the muscoskeletal system and the biomechanics of human movement. It's great, and greatly exhausting. Dance really is what I want to do with my life. Atleast for now.

I was thinking about the idea that several people have about writing lists of all the things they want to do in life, and then breaking some of those points down into more detailed lists. It's not a bad idea. I have oogle amounts of things I "want" to do in life, but sometimes I feel pretty content in not actually getting to do them, knowing I can't do everything and can't be a part of everything. Also, majority of the things I would put on that list would be so random and unconnected, like owning a thrift/cosignment shop versus working on a horse ranch or living in Africa. I think I am just interested in thinking through it for once, and putting it all down to paper, so that I can visualize it all.

I went to the mall yesterday (on the fourth), and was surprised by the fact that the entire Camp Shelby (the local military base) was at the mall in uniform. It was fun though, and I felt proud. Heh. Sometimes I have imagined what it would be like if I became something like a 'warbride'. There is something pretty powerful about a person dedicating themselves to their country... that's big. I would love to be able to support a man doing that.

We'll see what comes... and what will become of my silly notions.

I think I have written about the problem of having expectations before, but I have been reminded multiple times this summer about how detrimental expectations can be to our lives and to the people we are conneted to. I have definitely been seeing the INFP in me this summer. It can be pretty brutal.

acknowledging and moving on.

One month and I'll be on a road/flying trip with my parents. We'll drive to St. Louis, fly to Seattle, drive to Victoria, BC (Canada),  fly back to St. Louis, and then drive to Kentucky, and then drive back to little, ol', hot Mississippi. We're seeing the brothers, their families, and my dad's parents. Hoping it will be a constant state of enjoyment...not as scary as it sounds, to be traveling so much with my parents by myself.

I watched Stranger Than Fiction the other night. It was great. I just couldn't get over the part where he brought her "flours". It would be fun to own a bakery shop. Or atleast work in one... maybe that can be my next job, when I'm ready for one.

Ok, just wanted to pop in, get this off my head, and state that "I am Alive".