Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult

This update is so many days later than I originally wanted it.  I had hoped to get into a pattern of posting here each week after church before heading to the usual family lunch.  However, I have somehow ended up working on more pressing matters unexpectedly each time I've tried to sit down and write this.  I don't really like writing/working from my home because, mainly, there's no great place to do so.  I've got a room, and granted it's a fairly big room, but it's only a bedroom at the end of it all and somewhere along the way I gave up having a desk or any chairs in this place.  The only furniture to my name is a big wicker papisan chair with a huge round green cushion.  And it doesn't fit in my space.  So really I spend most of my time in my room on my bed.  Not always sleeping, but just online or watching TV or reading either laying down or upright against a pile of pillows.  Now I'm fully upright at the middle to write this, and that puts me on a t

So the good news is that I've received an invitation to the YASC discernment weekend next month.  The less than good news is that there's a million things to do before I get there.  My "to-do" list gets added to almost hourly, and it seems it takes days to complete any singular item.  On the plus side, between large volumes of coffee and pure excitement about what lies ahead, I'm not as daunted as I could have been.  Also, a multitude of "coincidences" keep happening in what I can only assume is further evidence that this is truly a Spirit-filled calling. Onward to Story Time!  So, earlier this week I had an impromptu chat with my wonderful sister.  I was retelling stories of recent events with friends and updating her on this whole YASC process.  Somewhere between the two, she commented that I'll likely get through the impending interviews just fine if I am genuine and am conscious to control my mouth.  I suppose it is one of the few ways I might