As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m not necessarily good at communicating and verbalization and peopling. So seeing a week of camp with lots of humans inch closer every minute sorta scared me to no end. For about three weeks. My apologies to anyone who tried to talk to my stressed out self. I was grumpy, sad, mopey, tired, sassy, and flat out not paying attention some of the time. However, after I got there…I was still terrible. Let’s be honest. I was still horrible and nervous and about as sociable as the napkin my skin resembles. I attempted a few conversations while playing basketball partially so I had a distraction, partially so I...
Read MoreDude. Preacher’s kids (pk’s) are totally cooler than you think. As you’ve probably picked up on by now, conference just ended. Yay, I guess? I’m actually kinda bummed. I got to see old friends, meet new clergy, and meet up with some awesome sauce preacher’s kids. (You may take that as a compliment to either the pastor or their child 😉 ) I was actually planning on spending conference plotting and planning, learning and observing, and trying to be an adult. I know I know, scolding and such. Be a child and such. Enjoy your teenage years and you’ll have plenty of time to go to conference when you’re older. Yeah you have a point of...
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