Top 10 Signs I'm Becoming a Work-aholic
10. It's 10:32 pm and I'm eating supper.
9. I've had to dig myself out of my parking spot at the church.
8. I have no idea what's playing at the theatre.
7. I have gift certificates from Christmas that I have yet to spend.
6. I look forward to Monday.
5. I usually only see daylight on the weekends.
4. Coffee is no longer a social drink.
3. At night I dream about accurate attendance records and a tidy filing system.
2. Granola bars, trail mix and jelly bellies have become a form of sustainance.
And the number one sign that I'm possibly becoming a workaholic...
1. Pastor B thinks I'm putting in long hours.
Circa 1982
tough week
It's been a tough week, but we're all doing quite well. "Closure" is such an overused word these days, but it really is remarkable how the rituals and everything associated with the grieving process really do help you come to a point where you can take a deep breath and move on...always remembering but no longer paralyzed with sadness.
A whole mix of emotions...
It's 9:00 pm and it feels like a week has gone by since I awoke this morning. Today my family said goodbye to a very dear friend, the woman I am named after. Although she was 82 and we knew this would happen at some point, it still came as quite a shock because the deterioration of her health was so very fast. I can hardly believe that this is the same woman who seemed to be in perfect (elderly) health just a few weeks ago when we celebrated Christmas together.
I am overcome by waves of grief continuously throughout the day, but there are so many other emotions that seem to take turns rising to the surface. I feel so privileged to have been by her side during the last hours. She was mostly unconcious, but for a few brief moments last night as we took turns holding her hand she opened her eyes and clearly recognized we were there with her. For this I am
so thankful. Even this morning, I'd like to think that she was somehow aware of our presence as she slipped away.
I have a textbook knowledge of the grieving process, but it is so different from this perspective. I feel so many emotions, and yet numb all the while. At this point, exhaustion is prevailing.
fresh start
Happy new year all! I hope everyone had a blast ringing in the new year. I had so much fun hanging out in cowtown and laughing til it hurt with my 'vice' family. You're all invited to join us next year so write it in your brand new calendars now!
All the partying and lack of sleep has left me in somewhat of an altered state. I don't really feel tired or sick, but just kinda half of myself. But happy nonetheless. This New Year's is probably the most significant to me yet as far as crossroads and new beginnings. As I reflect on the past year, I am sooooooooo thankful for all that God has done in my life. It has definately been a point of turnaround and I am in much better shape spiritually as I finished this year than when it began.
And now I am on the crest of so much that is new and exciting. Monday morning I start a job I am beyond thrilled about. I can't wait. I also look forward to getting involved in different things that interested me before, but I was not free to delve into...different ministry involvements, a small group to help spur me on, maybe even a book club!
I'm so eager to see what God has in store...I'll keep ya posted! ;)
