tattoo convention? well, ive never really been to one. i supose its worth a shot. anyway, it should be interesting.

seasonal depressant... here it comes... theres something about spring time that really gets to me. knowing that the next few months will be filled with bright colors and lots of skin showing sort of makes me nautious. despite my efforts to thwart these feelings, they manage to remain, not far below the surface. im looking forward to next winter already, when i can wear my coat and hats and scarfs and multiple pairs of striped socks under my doc martens and two pairs of pants to keep myself from freezing in the exsessive amount of time i find myself spending outside depite the cold weather and mass amounts of snow piling up, almost reaching the eves of the roofs it tumbled off of.

i have to admitt though, spring time brings the blooming of my two of my top three favorite plants... the dogwood trees up on the giant sequoia trail and the daffodils, right outside of the house and almost everywhere i look. so, see there? i can be optimistic. when i want to be.

ive heard the speech three times, all times to almost completely different groups of people... this seasons coming to an end, we have one month left, lets make the best of this month, this time together, use it as you will, reflect on your life, what happened here, whats going to happen when you leave here, dont check out yet, seek God fevently during this time because he still wants to say a word to you... i wonder how many more times i will hear that... how many more times i will be sitting in the dark living room, on a sunday night listening to brian speaking those words and feeling the effect it has on my heart every time. it doesnt grow old. its real. its the truth. and i cant help but feel a little sad about it but mostly extremely excited.

i owned the kitchen this year. i owned it, it was mine. i feel in love with the kitchen this year. i feel in love with the building, the food, the walk-in, the mixer, the baking area, the dish room, the floor (wich is tiled now, by the way), the back dock, the mismatched dishes and the people who come in and out of the kitchen constantly throughout the day. i love them all. i claimed the kitchen as mine when i came back in the fall and it remains mine. this is where God wants me and i will do whatever it takes to stay untill He tells me to leave. untill He gives me something else to love with all my heart.

this is what spring time brings for me. reflections, love, life, life-bringin conversations, conviction and a closer relationship with Jesus becuase He called me to it.

whats next? who knows. im up for anything.