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I spent yesterday hanging out with my NYC cousin Karen, she's a 15/16 year old beauty who's very fun to be around.  As we stumbled through the internet and she showed me her life in websites, fb friends, blogs, posts, and forums. I showed her my life through shopping strategies, dialogue boxes, stories of bff adventures, and affection-needy failures.  She showed me a project that one of her classmates is doing: it's called 365 and she takes a picture for every day of the year and explains how it was done or, sometimes, what it means.  Brilliant! I thought and at that moment decided to do my own project of such.

Why? You ask, Why do such a project? You can't be that bored in NYC.  Of course I'm not. But, aforementioned in previous blogs, I'm trying to get back to myself. And, sometimes, visual guidance is necessary. So this is my visual guidance. Photographs of things and routines that make me feel more like Camille instead of a fabricated version of her.  (Plus, I complain too much)  365 photos. 365 things to be grateful for. 365 reasons to be. But, of course, I won't be able to go on my blog every day to post photos.  Expect a photo a day, but not a blog a day.

And thus is the first. Soft [ good morning ] light. Tussled bed. Jammies.  NYC library. The tallest book of the stack is titled Brida, it's the one that is changing my life.

Addition to the Day:
Hello again! It's about 11 pm right now so it's been almost 12--maybe 13--hours since my last post. WOWEE. And I really want to mention how amazing God is and what He's done for my day.

It started off with my daily yoga practice (a warm up that was inspired by the company class that I took with Elisa Monte Dance!).  Something wasn't going right with the routine so I stopped it--halfway through--sat in lotus position and contemplated what was going on. I realized that I hadn't given my practice to God.  At that instance I prayed and I gave the practice up to Him so that this practice will tighten the bond I have with my faith.  I started the routine all over again and kept on reminding myself that I don't do yoga to better my body but I do yoga to strengthen my faith.

Afterwards I went to physical therapy in Manhattan then called Ash and we spoke for what felt like an hour and a half. It may have just been an hour, I don't know. But BOY do I miss her! I feel like I might cry and tell her that I'm never living on my own again. What can I say? She's my best friend. We get off the phone and I head towards St. Marks square, but I took the wrong train (the N instead of the 6) and end up going to Brooklyn.  But, to my surprise, the N train gave me a gorgeous view of the Brooklyn bridge at (almost) midday. It was so beautiful, I wish I could have taken a picture of it. But there'll be more days for that.

I found an R train and returned to 8th Street so that I could go to St. Marks Square and buy a ring that I think is appropriate for who I am now.  The ring cost $6 and I had only $1 so I went to 2 Bros Pizza and got a slice for a buck.  (2 Bros proves that eating cheap can be delicious too) I had about an hour to kill before I could head off to Brooklyn for Bible study.  Because I was in St. Marks (which is where NYU is) I thought that I would just go to a bar and get a drink or two to pass the time, instead I found a Yoga studio that offers free community classes... and it began in an hour. Dressed in my usual spandex, tank, and peacoat I took the opportunity and yoga'd my way through the hour.  I must admit, although the class was free it was super packed and it's kind of difficult to practice when the instructor can't correct you or share some wisdom.  Either way, yoga is good, it's much better than getting drinks at a bar. I absolutely love it.

After yoga I'm completely gross and sweaty and am on my way to Bible study.  Some guy starts yelling "Hey sexy!" at me and I ignore him which makes him continue to do it.  At that point I realized that the guys that gave me their number (because I don't give out mine) were not as bad as this fool and I should really give them a chance.  So I decided that I'll call them tomorrow and schedule a date for the following week. If I can still get one.

Went to Bible study in Brooklyn.  But instead of Bible study it was actual mass... in Spanish.  I was thoroughly confused.  But my soul was swinging the song "Speak to My Heart Lord" and I was able to understand the general idea of tonight's sermon.  It was about the Virgin Mary, mostly because yesterday was her birthday.  And then I started thinking about how God plans things out so well: the virgin Mary is a virgo. Coincidence? I think not!

I rode back to Queens with a friend from Bible study who is an excellent listener and a very wise and supportive being.  He blessed me with his knowledge of business and the "real world." And I got to tell him my hopes and dreams.  Since we met, last week, he's been concerned with how my back is and is constantly telling me to not give up the dream and that I should continue dancing so that he can see me performing on the big stage.  I told him that that wouldn't happen and he calmly replied by saying that if I'm a child of God then there's no need to worry about the future because it's all in His hands. We proceeded to have great conversations: about martial arts and it's resemblance with dance, about my heritage, about nutrition, etc.  I felt comfortable enough to tell him my dancey-project for when I return to SC and he expressed his excitement to see it.  He said that I shouldn't give up my gift because what I told him about the project is very beautiful and he'd love to see it.  Unfortunately, I told him, it'll be on the West Coast. He told me that I shouldn't stop with the show there... I should bring it to NYC! It'll be off Broadway but it'll be worthwhile.  It's funny how you give up your dream and then God sends you someone with an encouraging heart who's persistently telling you not to stop.

God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.