What a 4th...

There were a lot of first times for me this past week. I camped in someone's back yard. I attended a 3-day July 4th cookout. I watched a whole pig get roasted on an outdoor spit overnight. I watched a movie outside projected on the side of a garage. I went to a liquor store that was about the size of a grocery store.

I realized how small and broken my life really is, but that is a good thing. I now know what I expect from myself. I know how I want to be.