I’m tired. Work was great. I’m the only woman in a pool of men. It’s nice, but I can’t figure out why. We played frisbee for a bit in the park before we began, and frisbee is not my strength. I was nervous and caught, but mostly dropped, the frisbee like a prissy 8th grade girl. Finally, when we sat down and began a dialogue, my intelligence kicked in, and I was at home. I was given room to speak from the heart and I’m usually good with words. The longer we were together the more at ease I became.
Today, we’re all going camping. (How am I going to sleep in a tent with a bunch of dudes? ) I just hope my comfort from yesterday bleeds through today.
It’s just camping for one night. Then I leave Monday for a 4 day skill building trip. Friday to drive a group to the Olympic Coast in a minibus (I KNOW) and then return the same day. I leave the next day for a 6 day backpacking trip.
Somewhere in there I have to find the time to finish my Study plan for grad schoo, and prepare for the first semester. Woo-Hoo Masters degree!
Seattle feels like I’ve made a mistake. Like I’ve been living on the wrong coast for all these years and I’ve finally come home.