sunday mornings.

Sunday mornings are quickly becoming a favorite of mine. Here's how it works: Saturday I work in the AM, go to church in the PM, then back at residence in the evening. This leaves the entire Sunday open and free to fill with activities like sleeping, drinking coffee, wearing pajamas, and catching up on homework. It's so lovely to lazily began my day after a hectic week.

This weekend I was telling my mom about an awkward incident at the gym. While I was running, a guy was trying to catch my attention. I've seen him there before, we've ran side by side a few times, but that day he purposefully (I think, at least) came over to talk. Being the wonderful socializer I am, I kept running. Even through my break. And avoiding eye contact. UGHHH. I'm cringing just remembering it. And do you know what's silly? I have an easier time talking to patients, complete strangers, while giving them a shower. FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, I think I'm inept at life sometimes. Mom joked that I will be one of those crazy cat ladies, living alone with 20 cats, a huge library of book, deciding to gray naturally. Sadly, that COULD HAPPEN AT THIS RATE! Oh dear, oh dear. I need to work on this.

Tonight I'm going to a different small-group bible study. Through reviving old connections, I managed to find a group that meets on Sunday nights in Edmonton. So maybe this is my chance! To talk to strangers and fight-off my 'crazy cat lady' future. Wish me luck!

Cheers!

D.