The two (hiking and foreign living) collided last weekend into what is rapidly becoming an almost daily melt-down.
Truthfully, it's not just living in K'stan that's challenging for some people. It's being adopted, being a different ethnicity than everyone else, and experiencing racism weekly.
It doesn't make sense that all that negativity would spill over on such a wildly beautiful day, with friends and scented air and friendly farmers.
But trudging has been known to send the best of us into a tail-spin, if truth be told.
We are plodding through a new awareness of prejudice, identity, and lack of identity. Maturity brings perception, mindfulness and comprehension.
It sounds like a plus, but, folks, it's not. I wish she could've stayed blissfully unconscious of the pointing fingers, turning heads, and snickering lips.
"When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me
Look out 'cause here I come
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me."
You are precious, smart, stunning, kind. God made you EXACTLY right. I'm so glad you're my daughter. I wouldn't change a thing.