"Some say with age that our purpose comes clear."

“I see the opposite happening here.”

What a stressful past couple of weeks. I guess that comes with change. And work. And life. I have recently moved into a room that shares a bathroom with another coworker. Her house is being renovated, so she and another coworker had to relocate during the process. That’s where the stress begins. For starters, change is hard for a lot of people with developmental disorders (one the most recent buzz words for what used to be mentally retarted*). They get into a routine, and they like to know what’s going on. This is also very true with people with a lot of people with autism, which this coworker has. It’s just different, and I think once the adjustments have been made for that, things will settle back down again. My excitement and enjoyment of here and doing good work has not faltered yet.

I think one reason that I am attracted to becoming a priest is because so many of the ones I know are great people. They’re people that I look up to. And, for the most part, they seem to be really enjoying themselves and their work. It seems like something I could buy into. David and Jennifer, the two priests at the church I've been going to, fit into this category. Church of our Savior is where I’ve been going for the last six weeks or so. And while I’m still slowly melting into the congregation, David and Jennifer both know me by name, and we exchange weekly hugs every Sunday. It’s been a great place to be. I feel confidant that I will be transferring my church membership there sometime soon. It feels like a grown-up thing to do. I am glad that I have found a church home, although I’m not quite sure I want to get used to doing “grown-up” things just yet. I’ll try slowly easing into it.

“Are we losing the fight? Are we growing backwards with time?”