I've been taking Catecumen classes at my church and this past Sunday was my last day.  About a month ago was the ceremony in which the archbishop took part in.  It was a huge occassion for the church community.  There were so many people that they spilled out into the entrance of the church.  It also meant a lot to me on a personal level.  This ceremony is one of seven that I will take part in throughout my life...the first being baptism and the last one being given on my death bed.  I still haven't received my certificate of completion so I'm anxiously waiting for it.  For the past nine months these classes have been part of my life and even though at first I complained that I had to actually do something on the weekend I got used to it...the whole getting up early in the morning, getting dressed and heading out to class to learn something...in the end it has made me grow spiritually so I am thankful that I was 'forced' into taking the class. 

Now, I'm thinking that I may actually miss it...well, what I'm trying to say is that I'll miss having to do something on the weekends...something that I actually know will happen and that it doesn't depend on whether or not someone feels like doing something on the weekend or not...because I'm the type of person that waits to be invited...on occassion I'll invite but it's very rare...and that is the main reason why I never do anything.  I don't know what I'm actually going to do about it.  I've led a very sheltered life so I haven't actually tried many things...like, bowling, mini-golfing, pool, roller skating or ice skating for that matter...I've never been on a motorcycle, a boat, a four-wheeler...and those are all things I would like to get a chance to experience...especially the motorcycle but I don't know if I'd be willing to steer the thing and the boat I'd be a little hesitant about because I don't swim (silly but I never learned how) but hey that's what life vests are for, right?...one other thing that the more time passes the more I get the urge to do is getting a tattoo.  I've got my tatt picked out...it'll represent my religion which is a big part of who I am and my surnames which make me who I am...I just actually have to get the guts to do it and have someone go with me for moral support...so well see what this summer has in store for me...