It's funny how being assaulted last year has had emotional ripple effects.

The morning after I had a big nightmare on Palm Sunday, a young man who is being ordained as a priest came to talk to me for the first time. I was kind of mouthy to him because he slightly resembles the dance instructor and I'd seen him on the instructor's list of Facebook friends and I freaked out a little. I didn't say anything horrible but felt badly about me feelings and actions.

I started becoming really interested in his confirmation. I sang at the confirmation and loved all the pomp and circumstance and incense. So, in a weird way, I'm realizing how important my church is to me because of this. The deacon is also being really nice to me. I'm moving on with my life.