31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 25

31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 25 - Crash

This is me today at my church's Fall Carnival. The unicorn wig was a huge hit! This was my first attempt at anything on the scale of this event. I had a co-chair, but unfortunately, she had foot surgery a week ago and was pretty much stationary. The festivities were a success I think, with over 200 people attending. I hope we spread some Halloween cheer to these children and their parents and showed them that our church has open doors for all.

By 6pm, I had crashed on my couch. I had registered 10,000 steps on my Fitbit around 5pm. I haven't slept well for many nights worrying about how this was all going to go. So I hope that when I put my head on the pillow tonight, I crash there too.

The thing about today was, it gave me such a feeling of accomplishment. It terrified me but it was so awesome to see my church's courtyard full of people enjoying a beautiful sunny day with their children. I hope that when their days are cloudy, people will return to my church for help in seeing a way through the darkness.

I've already started thinking about how we can improve on this event for next year. But for now, I'm going to crash in front of my tv and rest my weary feet and rest in knowing that I'm part of a community of kind people who pulled together to throw a great party for our neighborhood.

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