No one mourns the wicked

So last night I got to see Wicked in all its glory. For those of you who are not familiar, it is a theater production that has been going on for about three years in Chicago. But it is the untold story of the witches of Oz. Incredibly hilarious, witty and the music..well, there are no words. So I have already seen it twice but my roommate suggested that we try the drawing for the front row tickets ($25) which I have tried before unsuccessfully. However, Thursday handed us a good card because we got front row tickets!! And OH MY GOLLY GOSH! It was out of this world! Sitting in the front row put me in seventh heaven. I mean, the whole first act I literally had my mouth gaping wide open, huge smiles big eyes. I was just..wow. It was awesome.

I also decided that I want to fall in love with a guy who will sing to me like Fiero. But I promise I won't be green.

Today I started my job. So you know when you are walking down the streets of Chicago, just ho humming on your merry little way. And all of a sudden someone stops you in your tracks, gets right in your face and says, "Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?" They hold a clipboard and your next two minutes will be surely filled with some pitch to get you to join on to some good cause? whew. Well, thats me. haha.

I am workin the streets of Chicago for Children International. I talk to every person who will be gracious enough to stop recruiting them to support kids dying of poverty overseas. It is actually an amazing cause and I am totally on board. But I am not sure if I can cut it! The boss says I have the skills, but I have a feeling I will come home both physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. I'm no quitter, so I'm going to give it my best shot. But if the weather dips below 20, I might be a quitter. I don't know. hehe..wink wink.

Enough for now. ciao.

Adjusting

Life in Chicago has been harder than expected for many reasons that I won't bore you with now. But at the root of it is moving on from last year and seeking my purpose in life. I am all mixed up inside and hate this process but embrace it at the same time. No one sums my feelings up better than my former teammate and friend, Jimmy:

"The adjustment phase is like a grieving process. There's no timetable, no expectations, no "right" way to deal. It's a process that must be walked, a journey that must be taken - this completing step is imperative for the success or failure of the pilgrimage. It's similar to a butterfly emerging or a chick hatching from its shell. It cannot forego the experience of fighting through because ultimately the struggle is what guarantees life on the other side. It's not uncompassionate to allow the process to happen - in fact, it's the only healthy way! Re-entry takes support, takes time, takes starting something new and applying all that you've learned: that God is still, somehow, in control."

Friends, thank you for your patience with me as I continue to find my place.