My Mea Culpa

I owe a gigantic apology to my friend. I have made fun of her for an entire year for watching and loving So You Think You Can Dance. This post isn't to defend that show and its fabulousity but to say that I was wrong. I have since begun to watch this show and I will shout it from the mountaintops...I LOVE THAT SHOW! I love Dominic and Sara and Pasha and Neil and Lauren. I love them all. On Wednesday nights there is nothing I want to do more than watch the dance. I love the dance. I dream in dance. I practice the dance. Thursday nights are harder because I must say goodbye one of my new dancing friends. This post is to say I am sorry, so very sorry. I will not make fun of or speak poorly of So You Think You Can Dance again. In fact, I have ordered 2 SYTYCD t-shirts, one for me and one for you.

And PS...I thought the Crocodile Hunter was cute and had a celeb crush. I know you are thinking, "Seriously?" but I really did. I loved the monocromaticiousness.

What I did on my summer vacation...

stuff

Just know that lots will be coming about Colombia, but there is a LOT of processing that needs to happen and I'm sort of in a refusal mode of allowing that to happen.
I'm not quite sure what that is about.
I feel like my life in Cincinnati thus far has been a year of protection. I'm not quite sure why or where that all started from, but it has been a year of me putting up walls, not allowing myself to feel things and in turn making me miss out on life.
I dont know if its fully a defense I have to not get hurt or a reaction to something else or just life happening but it's something.
I get to go away this weekend to one of my faveorite places on earth. Things keep coming up that I want to do, but I am standing firm and making myself leave. It will definitely be a weekend full of reading, journaling (which I dont love) and processing in my long car ride.
There will definitely be Harry Potter because I need to have some sort of avoidance as well. I wouldn't be me without distraction. Im just praying that I can pull myself into real time with Jesus and let him transform me or atleast begin to do some stuff in my heart.