Transforming.

Dear Fleur.
Today I am determined to write out a children's story I have in my head. It will be for Nathan. I don't think I've ever written Nat a story. So this will be a good thing. I kind of want to attempt painting pictures too. But that is making me nervous. I'll start with the words and see where I go from there.

Via this hack, I have come to the conclusion that I am not the sweetest person I could be, so I am going to change. I spent a week at camp praying for transformation for my cabin of four girls. Now it is time to pray for that for myself. I think Clothesless is just the beginning of something bigger. Something about giving. It will be good. I promise.
(On the note of Clothesless, I am doing very well. Mandy bought me a tee shirt that I am in love with. And three people have told me my little bow flats are trash, but I don't care.)

I miss my La. I left her a note on her boyfriend's magnetic board. I hope she found it. It's written on Christmas wrapping paper love. Go look for it.

I am not quite sure where my paints are, so I should go look for those. And also, I need to spend time with my chickens--I love my chickens. And I need to buy some quinoa because I need to learn to cook with it because I like it. But first, paints. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll find some watercolours.

Bella.