Don't be a Cheese.

Today was filled with friends and family and I am surrounded by joy.

Blonde hair is a greater hit than the brown was--mainly because it's proof that even though I'm surrounded by my old world, the new "Me" still survives, still thrives in the familiar environment.

Beckie Ruggles appeared in my driveway today and I haven't been able to stop smiling since I saw her beautiful face. I really don't think that woman ages. Her eyes sparkle with the joy and hope of twenty-something. I can't wait wait WAIT to see her again.

Went back to my cousin, Kyle,'s house tonight with Heather and we baked banana bread and masked the drywall dust smell with the warm aroma of baking. There really is nothing like the bond of family--the camaraderie, the familiarity, the trust built on a lifetime of relating and understanding and growing together. And the love that transcends all conflict, all turmoil, and perseveres. If anyone needs an example of what God intended for our Love relationships--look to my immediate and extended family.

My bags are packed with every professional outfit I own. Heels and all. I can't wait for my pumps to go clickety-clack against the pavement of the streets of San Francisco. I think my hotel's in a sketchy area though. Better bring some mace. Or just my fist. baha.

My heart's struggling, my friends. Pray for strength and understanding and compassion and wisdom. I pray for new excitement to infiltrate your everydays :)

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W. Somerset Maugham is funny:

"The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes; he makes the best of us look like a piece of cheese."