My Sweet Peas

Funny how my thinker stops thinking the same way when I stop blogging for awhile.
So there is the potential for many a good laughs in the next eight weeks as I start my second internship at a children's grief centre and a cancer club house called Gilda's club. That does not sound right does it. What is starting to become clear to me though is the need for laughter in my life ... especially as I move closer and closer to dealing with death every day. The more emotional pressure that I feel, the more humor I seem able to muster up in the oddest of places.
I know that many of you think that there is something wrong with me. That something has happened to me at some point in my life that messed up ... well me. Possible and even likely ... but I can not help but thank God as I learn about the gaps surrounding supporting kids through death and dying. I can not help but be excited to learn more about how to help these kids. I can not help but feel like thrusting my little elbow back into the air as I make a fist when I find a good article on death. Yet I am still apprehensive and nervous about this next step. I have been coping pretty well with all the changes that I have been faced with this year, but I feel like I am close to my max out level. Close to the point where I stop being able to walk past the ice-cream. I am feeling home-nausious. Every time I think of home, my tummy flips and I start scheming ways to get home earlier. I know it is only two more months but I have the sense that it will be these two months that I will miss you all the most. It will be these two months that will stretch and challenge my skills, my coping, and my level of commitment to helping kids with death.