Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult

So, in all the excitement of research and inquiry yesterday about the YASC  opportunity I got exactly 15 minutes of light dozing in this morning before church.  I've had a cup of church coffee (which, in fairness did include some pumpkin spice creamer), but I predict that I will completely crash post-lunch...if I ever leave my office to do it.  While normally I love that I work in an office with couches, Apples to Apples games, and a Foosball table, it's hard to appreciate it when you've got so much running through your mind. So now, I've gotten through the mass email about our 7 upcoming youth events in December (yikes!) and updated the Facebook page. Next up is all about discernment and preparations for this application process.  I've got a fairly lengthy to-do list, and a pretty big time crunch.  Plus I still have a number of important people to bring into the loop on this adventure.  Namely, my best friend (sister) and both sets of grandparents who will likely

Hello there!  If you're reading this, it's either early days yet for my posting, or you do exactly what I do when looking at a new blog: you go to where it all begins. First off, let me mention something about the title.  At least, it's the title at the time I'm writing this.  Everything is, of course, subject to change.  Right now it says, "Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult" so let me clue you in to my meaning.  For starters, there's nothing wrong with being an adult...in theory.  Possibly as my life takes on a more concrete shape, I'll begin to enjoy the transformation a bit more.  At the moment, however, I feel like I am uneasily hovering between realms.  I work with a bunch of wonderful teens and pre-teens, so I get to spend a lot of time feeling both monumentally old and unnecessarily young at sudden turns throughout the process.  I clearly remember almost everything about the years when I was where they are, felt exactly the ways they