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Tomorrow’s “the” day. We fly back to the good ole US of A, back to the only life we once knew, back to family and friends, back to opposite ends of a really big country. Final banquets, love notes from teammates, last dinners, meetings, hugs… I need to go pack my pack and load up my sweet 70s green suitcase I inherited for extra stuff…
It’s becoming increasingly more difficult to live in denial that it’s over and it’s just beginning. Recently all of my thoughts come in pairs… “Next week I get to play tennis with Troy! … crap, next week I won’t be going to get coffee with Colleen” “Wow… Sunday I get to go to Aldersgate (my church)!… man, next week I’ll be away from my world race church”
It’s a confusing little world to be in. In one breathe it’s exciting and sad. Mourning and celebration. Basically, it’s life at it’s finest.
Yesterday I was talking and this quote from Adam’s Return by Richard Rohr has been playing on repeat in my head
“Ultimate security allows you to suffer small insecurities without tremendous effort. If you are tethered at a center point, it is amazing how far out you can fly and not get lost.”
