It’s been so long since I’ve been here, I barely recognize the place. If you’re reading this, then you must be stumbling by since my posts have been far less than regular. But since you’re here, leave a comment or two, why don’t you? And I’ll see if I can do this posting thing a tad more often before I throw in the towel.
Since my last visit, I’ve been to South Africa and back, dined with Zulu royalty, sunbathed on the Indian Ocean, safaried in the jungle, been tested for malaria, and pretty much decided on things that will change my life. As soon as figure out how to do it, I’ll link my photos from South Africa via my yahoo photobook. And if you know how to do it, well, hook a sista up and share the info.
My trip to Africa was more than spiritual. I’m completing my thoughts in a journal that I began on the trip.
Since returning from Africa, I’ve applied for a job or two, not really looking too hard. I’ve coordinated workshops for a week in NC and traveled to Chi-town for a family member’s nuptials. I’ve hardly been stationary a solid week since graduation.
The title refers to how I’ve felt since I got my life back post-graduation. It also refers to the actual flight to South Africa which was seven.teen.hours. Did I say 17? As in half a day plus five hours? Yeah. Uhmm. That was a test of endurance and faith.
Speaking of faith, I’m finding it very difficult to maintain close relationships with, well, it’s really only one relationship with someone whose take on our similar faith seems to differ. I sense that the person has little respect for my preference based on comments made while the person was unaware of my faith. That ship has a ticking timer I can tell. And I guess it’s not that much of a loss.