the term blogging still surfaces middle school memories for me. myspace, flares, braces. But i thought my life finally got interesting enough where my friends and family would want to keep up with it. also this is so i dont have to tell the same story 12 times

if you're reading this, you probably know me well enough to know my middle name and can laugh at my attempt to embrace it .

My 45 year old self

Strollin in the Outback

I was recently going through some old journals and came across this letter I wrote to my 45 year old self. I wrote it exactly one year ago when I was in Australia, and find it still to be true.

Dear you in 25 years,
Right now you're sitting on a sandhill in the outback of Australia. In some ways, I hope you don't change much. I hope that you continue to seek higher ground no matter what your circumstance, be it this desert or a social justice. There will be roads that are easier to take, methods that require less faith, mountains you could go around- but I hope you don't. You could potentially have a daughter my age who learned how to love well from her mother like you did- or you could still be in Cambodia fighting for the freedom of sex slaves. I'd like to think that by 2035 human trafficking would cease to be- that legislation would get passed to illegalize prostitution in the Red Light District. I hope that you are out of the job and are able to move on to another social injustice. Hopefully the road to Haiti's recovery is not as long as predicted and their infrastructure and water is close to being restored to a condition better than the last. most of what I hope for the world won't happen until earth is restored and creation has met it's maker. But until then I hope it is in better condition because you chose to take the high road. I could go on about what kind of wife and mother I'd want you to be but I'm not really sure what God has for you in that area- I think if you're seeking God wholeheartedly as a wife, parent, or single woman the rest falls into place.
Most of all I hope you're still dancing... not necessarily in a studio or on a stage but you are able to abandon yourself recklessly and be lead by something bigger than yourself, that you're letting go , taking leaps of faith and standing on His feet when you're not sure of the steps. I hope you'll still be able to nail a pas de bouree triple pirouette- no pressure

ps. I hope you still like your tattoo that i'm getting next week.

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