I had visitors this week. My mom and grandma made a 14 hour detour on their way from Arizona to Nebraska to see me. I feel really loved, it's been wonderful.
They pulled into town Monday afternoon around 3:30. Since then they have followed me to rehearsal twice, hung out at home, ate at the World Cup Cafe, stopped by the Clothesline second hand store, saw fifteen minutes of filming for the kid's program, an hour of youth poetry group, cooked fried chicken, and made me really happy.
I'm glad they came. It's been good to show how I spend my time here, let them see my world, introduce them to my friends that have become my summer family.
And a huge bonus, we had our first run through of Huxtables tonight, and it went so, so well! It was great to see a complete, though a little choppy, show coming all together. Plus, Mom and Grandma loved it, so that's a good sign. Such a good rehearsal, everything is falling into place.
But then Mom had to go badgering me about my future. I know she's worried about it, but I'm not. I feel a lot like Pocahontas right now. Her dad wanted her to choose the smoothest course. I don't know if the smoothest course is the right course for me. I want to be open to the colors of the wind, a.k.a. God. Sorry Mom, my future hasn't fallen into place yet, and I kind of like it that way. I'm trying to live for now, taking advantage of what I have now, making future plans only when absolutely necessary. I'll figure it out eventually, but for now, I'm looking forward to seeing what's just around the river bend, not what's 100 miles down the river.
Obviously, I'm watching Pocahontas now. It was my favorite movie when I was 5. Makes me very happy. And a little nostalgic.
Until next time, see where the colors of the wind take you and be thankful for the visitors in your life today.
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