I know I know, I go to Disneyland once a month. more then most people go unless they live up in Anaheim. I don't, and that's ok. Disneyland becomes for me a place to escape. I've been having a rather hard few weeks emotionally. The move and the issues with my boyfriend. I love him, don't ever doubt that. I'm just frustrated with the way he does a few things. Or does not do thing.
It is so wonderful to be able to just get out and go. To leave the city and drive a couple hours to a place that is marked as "the happiest place on earth." It's also akward for people to know that there are times I just need that escape. The director of childrens ministries at the church told me today to "go. have a good time." in that all knowing voice of hers. That one that says "i know things are tough, i know your not yourself. Destress from everything, don't even worry about what's going on here" She knew that I was worried about making sure there was enough help for the other teacher that does my class. He's come to count on me and I feel bad not being there. He too is concerned.
Leigh made it safe to her destination across the country for school. Two weeks and she'll be back. Praying loads for her. I'm doing more of that now. Praying. I need to. I've never been particularly good about it. I've never been particularly "faithful?" i'm not sure that's the word i'm looking for. Hard to explain.
I'm going on. My brain is in over drive and getting ready to shut down. It happens. Especially after 6ish hours in the sun.
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