Keeping my eye on the metaphorical ball

I am terribly intimidated by sleeping bags, I have discovered this tonight after rolling around in a couple of them trying out the best fit, on the living room floor. I remember as a young girl going to camp in the mountains of north Oregon and bringing my bright green and white unicorn sleeping bag, and freezing because I chose the sleeping bag that rolls up easier. Also I didn't bring a pillow and luckily my councilor brought a very small stuffed bear probably won at the fair after a dizzying ride on the "tilt a whirl" by some ex boyfriend hopped up on goofballs, so I used that thing as my pillow for a week. The whole trip years ago was long, cold, and influential.  I am headed for my first camping trip of the summer, I have my own tent but space is limited because we are carpooling so I can't bring my whole bed which is what I usually do, I hate being cold. So trying to stuff two sleeping bags together to conserve space, was just another version of my personal hell. I think I am just going to wing things this weekend, instead of trying to plan everything from plenty of water to making sure I have burn spray (I could just bring sunblock!) I may have another influential camping experience with a tiny teddy but I will have a new experience  and possibly some new material! So what am I complaining about?! This is a big decision for me to be more relaxed, just not care what happens, and go along for the ride.

I hate sleeping bags.

Keeping my eye on the "ball"

I have plans this Summer, BIG ones! Most include various bike rides through canyons with friends, weekly games of ultimate frisbee, gardening in a couple of spots again, one garden is just never enough. I joined a cool dinner group we meet once a week and eat healthy foods, I am excited to show off some cooking skills and try some new recipes.  I signed up for cake decorating classes they start in June, so someday I may be like Natalie! or at least just have the skills.

Grades were posted today, I got A's in all my classes this last semester, which amazes me because I never got those kinds of grades in high school, and always thought I couldn't do such things. I like proving to myself I can be like the smart kids.

I wish that I could write all about my true feelings and things that are going on in my super personal world. Sometimes blogs just seem so surface level compared to what I am really going through.

This morning's scripture study brought tears because of the story about the woman with the issue of blood. I have read that story so many times and it finally sunk in what it was all about. The woman had so much faith that she knew all she had to do was touch him and she would be cured. I was thinking that I might have that much faith but not everyday, and I want to know what it is like to be so faithful that you know the Lord will take care of you no matter what, no doubt. But I guess that's just part of this journey, and I am happy I'm here, even if sleeping bags are involved.