and I threw it on the ground!!
Today is a day for tiny toasts and baby celebrations. Small victories for four weeks in a new place, four weeks of a new job, four weeks of new friends, church shopping, coffee shop rating, and directionless driving .
In the midst of many wrong turns, too many cups of coffee, and a lot of post it notes, I have learned:
transition, no matter how many times, hits you no matter how prepared.
that mornings are sacred and worth protecting
how to speak slowly, clearly, and in bad broken English to get my point across (to my clients)
the art of using a gps, the frustration of getting lost, and the beauty of finding my way
that going to church by yourself isn’t as scary as it seems
that it’s culturally taboo to ask Nepali women about pregnancy
the ways of the south with ya’ll that are fixen to do somethin
to be here, in the south, right where God has put me
to jump in head first, with boldness, courage, and zeal
Thank you North Carolina for a full four weeks.
