August 12, 2003

So much better. I talked to Robin tonight. That helped. Then I went to Jenna’s—and that helped too. It is not about anything but God. That was so easily seen tonight. I came home after my 40 minute drive through the mountains—my ears pop daily now!—realizing I have to get some things together. There comes a time when you realize you have to be serious about the vision. I have choices and tonight I make them. Prayer. Dancing. These are things necessary to daily life and the call of God on my life. Intensely and sincerely—my life must change even if I am not settled in. More on this later.

It is midnight and I have not been home long. After I left Jenna’s past 10:30 I stopped at the grocery store. I was just online looking at things in Pasadena and decided to look up a museum. It is LITERALLY down the street from me, and I just discovered it has a myriad of Degas ballerina paintings!

If there were no traffic or earthquakes and there was a Robin nearby, I could ask for nothing more. Degas in Pasadena. And just last night I found out I can take dance classes at the Civic Ballet.

Life is definitely better on your toes.