Whirlwind

Here’s an idea of some of the thoughts going through my head at this particular moment:

• Mission year sounds great: It costs about $10,000 though
• Graduate degree in International development?
• What if the poor really don’t like me like that woman in Colorado
• I need to get my freaking passport . . . too bad the post office is closed
• Can I travel to India alone?
• What about teaching English as a second language in South America?? Can I still do that.
• If I wanted to sell/give away all my stuff where should I take it?
• “Another World is Possible: Poverty Edition” is on the brain
• What if the shelter doesn’t take the food I bring tomorrow
• Crap, I stalled to long with wonders about what to do and now I’m missing Monday Night Football with one of the churches I checked out. It’s so awkward to work hard at making connections and then be so unsure about whether or not I’m sticking around . . .Cool Cool people though.
• I need to finish my “Amish for Homeland Security” Shirt
• What is wrong with my insurance???????
• Boys
• I love bread. Atkins diet would kill me. I am never going to look like the girls on tv. If jerks could see my body unclothed they’d probably use it as one of those shockers they put to scare people amidst a montage of beautiful bodies.
• My body kicks ass – 2600 miles of North American terrain on a bike. Put that in your perfectly manicured pipe and smoke it!
• Maybe I could go to Iraq with the Peacemakers.

I’m going to go eat a cookie, work on my sewing, and start thinking of ways to stop allowing 35,000 children to die from starvation every day.

Game on.