Is it right to spy on a kiss?

Cold Lemonade in a plastic cup. A ginger cookie with sugar sprinkled on top. Cobblestone buildings and brick roads. The aroma of character. The diversity of people capturing moments with their Canon camera. A dove strutting around the coffee tables outside in the sun. My arm feeling hot against its rays. Couples, in love. Holding hands... Kissing...right outside the authentic coffee shop... ugh...PDA so not cool.


A bride to be. A party being planned. An organized wedding planner that happens to be related to me. Art set up in white tents. Expensive art. A girl artist in a long flowy skirt, it's ripped and looks old. A 15 year old boy having coffee with his dad. Summer dresses. Every kind, not every one is flattering. Most are. Younger women with older dates. High heels on pavement. Melting gelato with miny spoons. Dogs drinking water out of dog dishes. Bike riders carrying helmets. Busy. The most beautiful earrings I've ever seen. A store dedicated to chocolate. A salad dish my mom wants for her birthday. Egyptian sandals, big sunglasses. Shoe sculpture, and colourful mural. People eating in expensive restaurants, and drinking alcohol.

Real life is interesting.
I went to the Distillery district today, because my other plans got cancelled.

I have many things to say, but no clue how to say them. I'll be back as soon as I figure out how to articulate myself.

I feel exactly the opposite from my blog name.
I feel like I'm falling into, rather than breaking free from.
Church to me right now seems like it has lost all of its passion.
We're in a rut. And I'm exhausted. I have no idea what to do about it.

Pulling pranks at 3:30 in the morning is my definition of summer.

It takes hard work to trust God sometimes.
This time is a sometime.

I'm an 'I-need-information' kind of person.
The more I have.
The better I feel.
The more control I have, or I feel I have over the situation.
The less I need to trust God.

I'd like to say that I am the kind of person that goes straight to God with every single thing in my life. But sometimes I feel as though I can handle the situations in my life by myself. I only feel this way for a few days before I realize it would be way better just to let God handle it.

It's not easy though.
Yea, this time is definitely a sometime.

Also, I found out this week that dumb teenage boys do eventually grow up. Or some of them do. It takes about a decade though.
So there's hope for my future husband. Where ever he is.

Come and change the way I think.

I'm done. Completely finished. Today was my last day of work.
It feels strange because it went so incredibly fast, especially the last two weeks.
I worked for 7 weeks. And if 7 weeks are over and done with then that must mean that school is creeping around the corner of my summer.

It didn't really feel like summer vacation this year. Maybe it's because this year we broke the record for the most rainfall in one summer. Maybe it's because this was the first summer that I had an official job.

I told a little boy that I teach, named Jonathon, that this was my last day at camp. He thought about it for a while, and then he came back up, gave me a big hug, and said, "I'm going to miss you a lot!"

Well, summer isn't over yet. Two more weeks. I plan on enjoying every day. But when it is over, I'll be ready.

This summer's different that way.

Newsflash.

Have you ever analyzed your own behaviour, found out why you're doing exactly what you're doing, and then kept doing it? Even if you know better?

Nobody wants to be alone.

I have three more days of work and then I'm done.
An entire 7 weeks of swimming lessons, and lifeguarding. I figured it out. I worked exactly 33 days. When I put it that way, it doesn't seem like a lot.

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Can I be honest?
I've had three people that I don't know very well ask me if I have a boyfriend over the span of a week and a half. They were just trying to make light conversation, but that question really doesn't lead to much considering that I can't give people the answer they want to hear. I pretty much just say no. And then we have to find another topic of conversation to talk about.

I really couldn't be romantically interested in someone that I don't see face to face on a regular basis. The whole long-distance, emailing, facebook flirting, cyber relationship thing really turns me off. It gets old pretty fast. It just doesn't seem real to me. I'm sure it works for other people though.

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I'm actually crossing off the days on my calendar until Friday. Only three more X's to go.

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I don't really have anything more interesting to share.

K

Bethel.

There's certain charm in a place you grew up in.
A place you go every summer.
A place with friends you see every year.
Outside. Away from cell phones, internet, and cable T.V.
A place to wind down. To not have to worry about work, or school, or anything at all.
And sometimes I forget how much I love it.
You may not see the charm.
But I do.
Because I grew up there.