I didn't mean to take a week off of blogging. It was an accident.
Actually, I blame it on my friend, Lauren, who posted a link to an old So You Think You Can Dance routine, which led me to
waste spend an hour on Youtube watching MORE So You Think You Can Dance routines. This is what my hour taught me: after losing one's self in exquisite, emotionally-charged dance, all words become inadequate.
That's why I couldn't write anything last Monday or Tuesday. Dance hangover. I blame Lauren.
You'd have a dance hangover, too, if you watched this piece about addiction...
...and this piece about two friends falling in love...
...and this piece about cancer...
...and this piece about a crossroads in a relationship...
...and ended on this mind-blowing hip hop piece...
..then realized that you struggle to do one pull up. Yes, that would put you in a bit of a funk.
But my internet absence wasn't just dance hangover - we also have big, giant, sweeping life changes happening over here. Over the course of this month I'll be making several big announcements.
The first announcement is: we're moving!
In about 10 days we're loading up and leaving North Alabama for the state of Georgia. (I'm working on my "Ode To Alabama" post now and it's a good one. Did you know that they still paddle children in school here? Right up until they're seniors in high school? Seriously, stay tuned. You'll learn all sorts of things.)
Dan will be transitioning from youth pastor to college pastor. He was elated that he will no longer have to deal with sixth grade girls until I reminded him that they will be replaced with drunk 19-year-old boys. Yay! It's going to be so much fun!
In all seriousness, we're so, so excited to go be a part of this church, to start up a campus ministry, and to connect with and engage college students. We know with confidence that this is exactly where we are supposed to be, and that is a great feeling.
So that's what has been going on over here! A lot of interviewing, traveling, and packing.
And dance hangovers.
And my car broke down in the middle of the road while we were giving Madeline's piano teacher a ride home.
Consider yourself caught up!