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You have no idea how long I have longed to type in that heading. 365. And as I sit here on New Years day in my jammies (the same place I was last year when I entered day 1, I will honestly confess that no angels are singing and the heavens surely aren't rejoicing. But I am. If you are reading this, that means that you have stuck with me for a long time. And for that, I thank you. I have so much I want to say about these last 365 days, but to be quite honest, I need to take a week long sabbatical to catch my breath and remove myself from the hampster wheel known as The Flip Project. So for now, you're going to have to settle for this: I did it.
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12/30/10
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As I mentioned yesterday, we find ourselves back in the great state of Texas for the final hunting trip of 2010. And it brings me great joy to know that I have almost....not quite, but almost survived another year of these windy, cold, rural, quiet, dry and a little bit depressing days spent in Gruver. On one hand, these little farming towns are gold because they prioritize the things that matter. God, family, church, school, etc. But it's almost like an oxymoron to me because at the same time there are so many people that are starved for community. Living out in the country and not seeing but a few people a day scares the crud out of me. I would be so lonely. And yet there are those who are completely fulfilled. I guess it's a matter of blooming where you're planted. And today I was planted 4 miles west and 1 mile south of town with 18 pheasant hunters while the wind nearly took my feet out from under me. Chalk it up to marriage to find me (the least outdoorswoman) all up in that.
12/29/10
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12/26/10
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