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Birthday Week: Day #2

Nothing really exciting in birthday-land (although I did get treated to dinner and an impromptu dance party; I'll just pretend that was Simon & Ali's way of celebrating my birthday), so I'll follow up on yesterday's link with a synopsis on year 24.

It was a good year. To summarize:
  • I met a porn star. He played a song for me on his harmonica (and no, that's not a euphemism. He really did).
  • I finished my job well on campus.
  • I made some friends who are very different from me. And I like that about them.
  • I traveled overseas and led a team of people on a six week cultural exchange. It was stretching and uncomfortable. I learned a handful of phrases in a new language and used some French. I cried. I laughed. I loved it. (I want to go back)
  • I went to a bunch of weddings. I smiled and hugged and danced and celebrated for lovely friends who were found by fantastic boys. I drove eighteen hours roundtrip for one of them.
  • I hung out with my family.
  • I went to Saskatoon and gorged on literature.
  • I had some boy drama. Even good people can inflict terrible pain on each other.
  • I ran a bunch of training times & some conferences. I discovered I like event planning.
  • I listened more to Jesus.
  • I splurged on a vacation with Lynsey.
  • I went home for Christmas.

That was pretty much my year.

As I think back, I am a bit sad that there weren't more profound moments to brag of. But I think that's actually good. Because the two "themes" that I went into the year pondering and hoping to see play out were a) rest and b) small faithfulness. And I feel like both of those have been growing in my life. They may not be well-represented in the highlights that come to mind, but they are there. And they've been the source of much joy.

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  1. Terra12:21 PM

    sounds like a good year beth beast. i was reflecting yesterday that a lot can change and a lot can stay the same in one year. that reality is interesting to me. blessings the this next year to be fantastic and wonderful.

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