I’m sure you all have been waiting with bated breath to know how my date went. In short: Ethiopian food rocks, dating is lame. It certainly wasn’t a bad date, it just wasn’t a particularly good one. We had dinner (YUM) and then walked around uptown for an hour or so talking. We left the evening with a “Well, uh, keep in touch.” This was actually fine by me, since I wasn’t all that “in” to him once we actually met.
My therapist was just proud of my for putting myself out there in the dating world (it’s been quite a while, you know?). She also assures me that I will not hate dating once it’s a date with the right person and someone I actually want to spend time with. I suppose she has a point there, seeing as I really enjoy going out with my guy friends and it’s not awkward or uncomfortable at all. (Now, if only one of them was available.)
In other news, I FINALLY discharged from treatment this week! It’s been a long (and strangely short) six months since I initially checked myself into residential in January. This also means it has been almost six months of continuous weight gain, which is definitely starting to wear on me. (And this doesn’t count the months of continuous weight gain last summer to get myself into recovery in the first place.)
I feel like I’m buying new clothes every other week and I finally decided about a week ago to just live in loose, flowing dresses from now until the day I die. This is slightly problematic since I’ll be going to camp for 10 days starting Tuesday. I’m going as a youth leader, bringing 30+ teenagers to serve at a camp for teens and young adults with disabilities. I am, to be sure, trepidatious about this trip. I’m not a normal leader for these kids, so I don’t know how I’ll fit in with them. I’m not comfortable eating in front of people. I’m not comfortable not having control of what I’m eating.
I AM, however, extremely comfortable serving others. I am comfortable, in particular, serving students with disabilities and love the way that they show me the love of God far more than I could ever show them.
One of my friends described the mission trip this way:
And the purpose of the mission is so that children with special needs can minister to socially isolated adults to become more active members of the Body of Christ and become more filled with the Spirit?
And that, in a nutshell, is it.
Hopefully these 10 days will recharge me in a way that no therapy session could. Ten days of worship and serving and loving and being loved by, I’m sure, students who have a far greater understanding of God than I ever could.