And here we go again.

Don't worry, my phone is on airplane mode. I will write this and save it until it is safe to reconnect to the world.

I am flying to Denver and then to San diego. (for the record I have to pee soooo bad but I have a window seat and a sweet older couple next to me, I don't have the heart to ask them if I may be excused.)

I don't know if I meantioned it or not but I had never planned to live out of a suitcase again after my last tour with invisible children. Just as I was settling in the LRA had a christmas massacre in the Congo and I knew that I had to tell my stories again. I tried to ignore it. But alas, here I am, 4 hours from reuniting with a family that I had never imagined I'd see again. I am excited. I am nervous. I am lost. I have no idea what I will do when I go back home. I need purpose. I am ready for the next step. I hope it is a big one. I hope I have to leap into something I know nothing about. I have no idea what it is yet but after this tour I am going to cowboy up, whatever comes my way I am game for it. Wreck me.

-- Post From My iPhone