I think God wants me to be a leader. I know this because some higher power keeps orchestrating ways for me to go to leadership conferences. A few years ago, I went to one in Texas. It didn’t exactly go well, since at one point my friend and I got called out by the speaker for laughing, but we weren’t actually ASKED to leave so that’s a plus. You can imagine that I wasn’t thrilled to find myself going to another one on Friday, but I managed to make it through the whole thing without being yelled out once. Progress! I learned a few things like, “Good leaders listen,” and “Good leaders lead.” Okay, that first one was helpful, but I’m pretty sure I could have come up with that second one. Anyway, the point is that I’m ready to lead. All I need now is a follower.
While I was learning how to lead non-existent followers, JD was at Moon’s school speaking to her social studies class about Germany. He made a presentation and everything. I only have his and Moon’s word for it, but apparently, he ROCKED, despite his total disregard for my advice to wear lederhosen.
Saturday I did something totally radical and stayed home all day to clean my house. It was the first time in forever that we didn’t have weekend plans and you’ll be happy to know that I’ve remedied that and will be running fervently around until August 14th. You know what happens when you have down time? Your friends Bratt and Kit come by and challenge you to do P90X for 3 months and you’re all like, “Oh, I’ll do P90X for 3 months, just WATCH ME.” You lose your mind.
Sunday was Mother’s Day, my day to do NOTHING, so that’s what I did. Other than get up and do P90X, die, get revived, shower and attempt to wash my hair even though my arms were noodles, go to church, then Target to buy yoga mats and buy Moon some new clothes before falling into bed exhausted and afraid of the next 89 days.
I hope my new followers are prepared to run some errands.
Can I be a honorary follower?