… being visible is hard work. Cripes, you have to acknowledge people and think of pithy things to say in conversation. If someone asks where you’re from you have to ask them back. (I don’t care where people are from, as you know.) How come I can’t clone Obama-boy’s “interviewing with aplomb” skills, hmm?
Here’s an aerial view of the seminary just so you can see where I am. If I had mad photoshop skills, I’d point to where I’m staying but I don’t so just pretend I’m waving to you from the window.
I was talking with someone today, just sort of off-the-cuff, and mentioned that I am trying to step out and be more visible and she said that just this morning she was thinking that I seem to blend into the background very well. It was almost as if I had a “cloak of invisibility” or something. Weird, hey? Yeah, I thought so.
Lots of listening, counseling and talking today. I am so so so tired. The Universe saw fit to give me a room of my own (was supposed to have a roommate but someone couldn’t make it at the last minute so they put my roommate in that space) and I am beyond thankful. I shouldn’t get spoiled but I am. The quiet just feeds me (well, that and the yogurt I just had).
Remember this from last year? I managed to get lost AGAIN even using the GPS. This time, though, I will blame it on Priscilla (my name for the GPS) because she picked the wrong location of the store. I can’t go through them all when I’m driving! That is so not safe! I chose the first one and off I drove. Twenty miles in the wrong direction. GRR! Had to stop, tell Priscilla which location I wanted to go to and then start again – twenty miles BACKtracking and then an additional thirteen to the store. Bad Priscilla! Bad! Oh, and my joy at seeing a Starbucks in little ole’ Tahlequah was short-lived. It’s closed already. WTF? I was so sad about that I almost stopped at Arby’s to drown my sorrows in a jamocha shake! (Then I remembered I had my one yearly jamocha shake last week on my way to Chicago. Feh.)
Okay, off to take a bath. BTW, don’t listen to a podcast about exorcisms and the various kinds of demons before you go to sleep. Just saying.
I am so glad you got your own room. I think that after a day of learning and listening and visibility you have *earned* quiet time by yourself.