What I learned this summer

I learned the term sex camel; someone who goes without sex for a long time. Since it was used to describe me I will note just because camels can go for eons without water doesn't mean they wouldn't be pretty ecstatic about a regular supply.

I learned I like being around people who I'm proud to be me around. People who delight in ninjas or delight in me delighting in ninjas. Who have a passion for wanting to make a difference, who believe in someone or something bigger than themselves. I'm grateful for people who delight in the better person I want to be. Who aren't uncomfortable with my Polly Anna, who understand how it feels to have a burden placed on your heart for the people of another country, to be moved by the privilege of trying to do a very big thing. I like being around people who even if they leave service, they leave to seek different ways to make an impact. I'm excited to see where these paths will take them. Among these people, one has already run for public office and I feel confident the future leaders of this country and other countries are among some of the wonderful talented people I have met.

I am beginning to feel a sense of ownership and pending stewardship for my country. Other people are running things right now but my peers are coming of age.

I am starting (I think) to get a better feel for this would be life partner if he exists. Not for his looks or demographics but for the way I want to feel with him.

I feel I know way more lovely people who could find a better match than the one they have chosen. But the heart wants what the heart wants.

I really love Baloo. She's still the best decision I've made in the last decade. She brings me consistent joy.

I like going out alone. It's harder to get myself to do because 9 times out of 10, I'd rather be home. But I'm usually rewarded when I venture out alone with a great conversation with a stranger.

I love going out with my girlfriends. And I do mean girlFRIENDS. Not girls that I am friendly with-that's a total disaster,or as a girl I know calls it, a total shit show. That I hate and avoid it as much as possible without being 100 percent anti-social.

Maybe she'll never give me the satisfaction but I will be happy with myself for inviting my sister to stay with me, and connecting her with my friends who suggested the opportunity that led to this job. I am happy that I insisted on buying her a white shirt and black slacks because that is what she is expected to wear everyday. Because of her, I have my serious misgivings about giving parenting my own whirl.