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Flexible introverting.

I seemed to be moving around a lot in October. Thankfully I am now back at Grimerud, and I think I’ll be here for a bit now…at least more than 3 days (I’ve been back 4 days now, so that is already true). Plus it’s now November, so I know for certain that there will be no more moving in October (unless I travel back to the future which I think is highly unlikely). I wonder if I’ll ever experience smooth transitions…seems that every time I go from one place to another there is always a period of adjusting. I suppose that is normal, but I am hoping it will get less tiring as life passes. At least heaven is for eternity, right.

Being home for the week was just what I needed. After being around lots of people in Kansas City (travelling in a group cuts down on introvert-recharging-on-your-own time), and then going straight into home-days which meant lots of people all day, it was lovely to get home to space and few people. During the days I had the house to myself. Great both to get some much needed space, and try to adjust back into Norwegian time. I was amazed at how long it took before I stopped finding myself wide awake at 2 am wondering how to get myself to sleep.

This has been quite a draining week for me…I started bright and early Monday morning translating for the DTS. I was geared up to start on Tuesday (which was the original plan), but then things changed, and so I started on Monday instead. Not a problem…as a good YWAMer I am always open to change and being flexible…and it also means I have tomorrow off which is nice. Thinking about it, I think it’s been draining not necessarily because of the day-change (which I honestly didn’t mind at all), but the fact that I have been translating from English to Norwegian. Always a lot more challenging seeing as I have spent most of my adult life in non-Norwegian speaking settings. However, there is nothing like a bit of challenge to help me grow as a person.

Life apart from this is pretty low key. We have a large Kings Kids conference here this weekend. As part of that we’re holding the café at the base open and I am going to give them a hand this evening. In a bit I am off for my training…it’s exciting! Makes me remember how (now) many years ago when Anna, Elisabeth, and I in Fortaleza were brainstorming ideas of how we really wanted to open a Scandinavian café in Fortaleza. Thinking about it now, I am not convinced it really would have become the most successful business venture ever, but we had a lot of fun talking and dreaming about it. Especially the waffles and cakes we were going to make (it might actually have worked with a profit because we would buy all our own food).

The weather is getting colder…the challenge each day is to know how many layers to put on so that I won’t freeze or suffocate…life is full of challenges (smiles).

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