About 3 million people visit the Taj Mahal every year. This blog was viewed about 33,000 times in 2010. If it were the Taj Mahal, it would take about 4 days for that many people to see it.
(That’s from an email that wordpress.com sent me. Cool, huh?)
2010. The year began in Oregon, as my family and I were at a snowy resort in Sun River, trying to be in a happy place where I wouldn’t feel sick and we could do family things.
We made ten year predictions. They were funny. You can read all about them here.
Now.
On January 7 I moved to Virginia to live with my Aunt Rebbecca, Uncle Rod, and cousins Jason, Keith, and Derek. That was fun and adventurous.
Today I stuck a blue toothpick in my mouth and looked cool.
Jason said, “I can look cool without a blue toothpick in my mouth.”
I said, “I can look cool with a blue toothpick in my mouth.”
Jason said, “Yeah, that is harder.”
I moved to Virginia because I needed a place to live where I could feel well and have something to do with my time. My Aunt Rebbecca said, “our Church has a lot of volunteer programs she could help out with.” So I moved there.
Then, this huge ginormous snow storm hit. My cousins and uncle swam in it. Just to be silly and take pictures.
SOMETHING snapped in me that winter, though. Or maybe IT happened before, or after, or IT could have been a gradual breaking, starting off as a crack, and getting bigger and bigger.
In any case, it was scary. The name of IT was depression only IT sounds a lot more ominous and scary and I think that if IT were a thing you could see it would be a black claw looking like this:
I battled it by taking prosaic and volunteering. I still had an unsteady life. I knew that Aunt and Uncle were going to move back to the middle east in the summer, and then where would I go? But I had some interesting volunteering stories.
Like this one, about a girl at After School Program.
And this one, about a little girl I tutored.
One more, about the catty girl fights that happened at ESL.
Another thing: I bought a car. I mean my dad bought it. And I drove it and dreamed about it.
I am sick of writing this blog post.
Jenny just broke her New Years Resolution
I am tired.
The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots 
Dear Emily,
I was reading your book at a friend’s house and discovered that you were at New Horizons ministries at one time. It was very interesting because I am leaving on Jan. 10th to go there myself! I see that you’re not there anymore, but I thought I would leave a note anyway. 🙂 May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He cause His face to shine upon you and give you peace.
In Christ, Gillian Lattin
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I know about the IT and the claw is very much how it feels, only sometimes it feels more like something is hovering over my left shoulder waiting to drop. I think IT begins as a crack gradually and ends up snapping at the end. It does get better, as you have probably found by now, but IT is not something you can talk yourself out of or will your way out of. Not even pray your way out of.
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