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Jan 14, 2008 18:52

My mom sat next to the Presiding Bishop's husband on her flight from Birmingham to Nashville yesterday. I may be grasping at straws here, but something in me says it's got to be a sign.

The Commission meeting is on Thursday, so I'll drive up north through the pasture fields and into the woods where my vocation and future are at stake. If I were less loved or had less support, this would be all too easy to quit, settle into a life of mediocrity, play doctor's wife, and forget about it. But church on Sunday with everyone giving me love let me know that I have to do this. Take some deep breaths, tell them everything slowly and calmly, and hope that they see and hear what I have seen and heard since I was 16.

Speaking of 16, I haven't weighed this little since about then. I reached my second goal weight yesterday. Luckily my wedding gown has a corset back, but I'm kind of wishing I'd decided on something a little more curve-hugging and sexy. Oh well, at least I'll look hot in my bikini lounging on the beach in Punta Cana.
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