The retreat – the one where I spent three days with 20 middle schoolers – was incredibly tiring. But really awesome too. There are times when I picture myself as a jr. high leader until I’m 84 years old because I love it so much. I laugh so hard with them. I care so much about them. I like the challenge of relating to them. They keep me young at heart. But then I go on a retreat and spend every last ounce of energy I have in order to JUST STAY AWAKE and I wonder. How many years can I do this? I feel so old.
There was a moment when I fell asleep – like four seconds of REM at least – standing up in the gym watching a dodgeball game. I was leaning on the carpeted wall (weird, I know) and I thought it was the most comfortable pillow I’ve ever known. So fluffy.
Not long after, a dodgeball hit me in the head.