Lights in the Desert

As my journey continued, I found myself in a state of not knowing who I was any more. So what does one do when the very core of your being has been rocked unstable? You go to Vegas of course!

I am blessed and ever so grateful for the people I am privileged to call friends. During the summer of 2008, I was a lucky girl and got to take two great road trips with two of these super friends through the hot California desert. These trips were key points in the recovery of myself. The thing about Vegas is that the city does allow you to be free of who you think you are for awhile. But I believe that freedom should come with people you trust. A lot can happen in the city of sin, and I am generally not much of a sinner. Previous to our summer trips, I loathed Vegas. I do not gamble, I don't like extreme heat and I didn't really see the point. Las Vegas gave me what I needed. A chance to let go of everything for a short time, to be someone I wasn't used to being. This caused some worry in people who had known me for a long time, but I assure them now it was for the best.

The most amazing part about it was Steven and Elena, the Blue Team! They may have seen me at some of my lowest points ever. The drunk dialing, the flow of tears (Blame it on the alcohol!). Things that I would normally keep very much under control. And through it all, I don't feel that they judged me, they were there to hold my hair if needed, to offer a steady hand and to give me comfort. I will always be grateful beyond words, and as I recall now memories of the car ride singing "Livin on a Prayer" as loud as we could, I am filled with gratitude once again. Thanks Blue Team! I love you!