Diva

Sunday, 12 July 2009

I love sitting around with women and talking, really talking and not just shooting the breeze. That was dinner Sunday night. Connie, Sally, Whitney and I went to an Italian restaurant and the food was okay but the conversation was incredible and just what I needed. Sally doesn’t really know any of us so she began asking questions to remedy that situation. She was asking about my job as a counselor and the kinds of situations I see in dealing with my students. I hear some horrible stories from my students about their families and their lives but very rarely am I able to cry with them over these. This seems strange because if you have sat anywhere near me in church the past few months, you know I’m a crier; so much so that Whitney has started carrying Kleenex in her purse for me. Sally inquired about this and I took it as an invitation to somewhat unload some of the emotional circumstances of my life lately. Of course she didn’t have any solutions and I didn’t expect her to, but it was so encouraging to hear a fresh perspective. She left me with a lot to think about. I really feel like I’m on a much needed spiritual retreat and I am loving it.