Tonight has been extremely...not good. Someone told us at our last team meeting for my Myanmar trip that in the next few weeks (a.k.a. last week and this week) that Satan was going to come at us from every angle...they weren't kidding. I can't find my t-shirt that we all got for this trip...and I have torn my house apart...twice...and I just started balling tonight out of frustration about it. No it's not like it's a requirement for us to have the shirt on the trip...but that's not the point. It took something as little as not being able to find a t-shirt to lead me to thinking I am not prepared to go on this trip, wonder about what else I'm going to forget, how am I ever going to pack enough without going over the 15 pound weight limit of my carry-on bag, what if...what if...what if...who knew something as little as not being able to find a t-shirt could turn into such a small crisis?
Dear Naung Naung, This time next week, I will have met you! I am so excited that I can hardly stand it! Dear Myanmar T-Shirt, Feel free to make yourself known at anytime in the next 2 days...thanks. Dear Heather, You're getting married in 3 days!!! I am so unbelievably excited for you!!! :) Thank you so much for letting me a part of your big day! Dear Zach, I expect a huge hug from you Friday night when I see you...this week has not gone so well and I am in need of a hug...or 2...or 7...
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