sweet, sweet freedom...

I, as of one hour ago, am officially free of youth ministry responsibilites for at least a whole year and two months. I love that I've gone from having commitments for worship, tellering, flipside, blast off, mentoring, youth conference, work, baseball, guitar lessons...to only having work, guitar, baseball, sporadic worship and mentoring...none of those are a huge deal and all are both enjoyable and easy.

I'm going to like this. But I'm afraid I'm going to like it too much and that I won't want to go back to it...the kids were kind of upset about it tonight when I told them, though, and it makes me want to reconsider my decision for a brief moment.

On another note, tonight was a Lazermania night for the Blast Off kids and the Flipside graduates. There were 13 kids there and we had a lot of fun. Buuuut I was a little disappointed with myself because the guy who was working there was SO polite and sweet and was making sure the kids were having fun. It was like it wasn't just some stupid weekend job for him that he needed to feed his addictions or pay his baby mama. He cared that the kids were generally smaller and younger than most of the people that come in there. He made the extra effort to hand out scorecards to every person and reimburse the kids who left early, even though they didn't stick around for their free passes (he gave them to me to give to them).

I left him a tip at the end of the night and although he tried to fight it, I insisted. I was going to leave it wrapped in my scorecard and I'd actually written my email address on the card but at the last moment I chickened out because his coworker came just at that moment. UGH. I'm kinda bummed about it because really what harm would it have done? Worst case scenario? He doesn't email me. He emails me and says something really hurtful? I can't imagine it considering he was so nice to the kids and went out of his way even to find the super awesome popping planes that all of us wanted but he seemed to be out of...

I don't imagine he was much older than 20, if that...which might've been another reason I was hesitant. I forget that I'm offically in my "mid" twenties, not my "early" twenties and probably shouldn't be attracted to the college freshman type.

I just wish I'd taken a chance. Boo.

Well, now all that's left to do is wash my uniforms and take a few aspirin to take care of this "I'm completely out of shape and have been running around in the dark shooting kids with loud music playing - and haven't eaten anything for dinner except a grape soda and a bag of doritos" headache...I looooooove freedom!

I could've looooved that laser tag boy. Stupid Jacquie the chicken.

And on one last random note, it kind of saddens me that it's still like 2 and a half weeks until the first Friday of July...