I was here (in my office) until just after 10:30 last night filling in housing charts. And I've basically been a travel agent for the past month, booking flights for all of our artists and speakers. (side note...I just went through the terms flight attendant and stewardess before I could think of travel agent...I need more coffee I think) Oh the joys of event planning!
But it's not all sad and stressful...there really is a lot I look forward to about MIR. I get to meet lots of great people, hear lots of great music, work from an office that is actually a cabin, and of course, enjoy the breathtaking beauty of the Rocky Mountains:
I had a dream the other night that MercyMe's private jet landed at my Grandparent's house and I began yelling at them to immediately get back on the plane because they were going to miss their scheduled class time. I'm not sure what that means other than that I've been thinking about flights and schedules far too much lately. Oh, and Keith Urban was in that dream, too. I don't even know what to say about that.
I think I'll just keep looking at the picture and remind myself how wonderful if is to breathe deeply of fresh mountain air completely void of humidity. And it seems to help me to sing that catchy little song from Dori on Finding Nemo - just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming....