planning community

I have been in a haze the past few days as I strive to finish off live here in VA and prepare for my adventure in Africa. It's been difficult to juggle the different geographic locations my brain wants to occupy. And also to not become overwhelmed and apathetic towards the school work that still has to be done. In general, it hasn't been the best couple of days.
That is until yesterday afternoon. Instead of grumbling about all the work I have yet to do and all the packing and all the endings, I went to visit a friend i haven't had spent too much time with this fall. And then I got to enjoy Thai food for a Weather Vane party. And then joined my roommate at a wonderful a capella Christmas concert. And finally, the best thing I did last night was plan community. My roommates for next year and I sat around, did some knitting, and talked about how we want to format our community living next year. We got carried away when talking about music and the two of us whose music tastes are somewhat opposite spent over an hour finding songs we could both listen to with joy.
Reflecting on last eve, I am shocked to recall the Bekah of yesteryear who claimed to be an introvert. While I'm certainly not as far gone as Grace or Jamila, I realized that I get energy from others. From my closest friends and from planning community with them. So God, I'm gonna say this out-loud: I think I might be an extrovert! Now I just need to remember that.

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