At midnight Sunday morning I was at Knepps, hanging out with them and their company until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day I was up at 9:00 and off too Church.
Immediately after Church there was a potluck at Rudd park.
Went home and rested for a couple hours, and then it was off to Red Rock Canyon with Knepps and their company, where I CLIMBED THE ROCKS!!! OH YEAH!
I felt strong.
From there we went to duck pond park with the youth group, where I played steal the bacon. I felt really really strong.
And then it was an enchanted ride in the back of a pickup truck with a whole bunch of friends up skyline drive.
Was that the end of the party? Of course not! We still had to go back to Knepps and play a super-sized game of Rage until the wee hours of the morning.
It was a nice, full, satisfying day, until I woke up the next morning feeling sore and aweful.
Now I know how much is too much. And it is a lot.
Different subject: have you ever played rage, or up and down the river, or seven up seven down, and come to that part in the very middle of the game where you each have only one card? And instead of looking at your card you hold it up to your forehead so that everyone else can see it but you can’t?
That is how I feel when I hang out with people, especially people I don’t know very well.
I can look at Dallas and see that he’s a yellow seven. I can see that Amy is a red fourteen. But when they look at me, what do they see?
Can you ever know how other people perceive you?