Not sure if I can say my mind has arrived yet or not.
It's that whole thing that I come back in three parts, body, mind and soul, and in that order. My body arrived Saturday night (November 15), but the rest of me...
I waited until today, approaching 72 hours in this time zone, to see if I could claim any measure of mental acuity at this point. But it's dubious. On the one hand, today I was able to do some decent work on the Advent sermon I am excited to preach at Highview on December 7th, feeling well within my preferred prep time frames, and invigorated by the study of it.
But just as I was feeling all good about that, someone had to inform me that I was double booking some meetings for the first week in December, something I was all glad to be proactive about yesterday, but clearly not thinking straight enough to do such complicated scheduling maneuvers as that. Fortunately for me, and everyone else involved, the one who let me know is on both lists for both meetings, so they noticed. Otherwise I might have been swept into that wretched vortex of sending out all the extra emails that end up causing more confusion than clarity...which, come to think of it, might be happening anyways. I don't know. I'll check my inbox when I'm done here.
It's like that though. Waking up and thinking about the thing you need to do to get ready for evening worship Bible Lessons, then realizing you're already home. Sitting down at the computer first thing in the morning when usually you're all alert and productive, only to find you are deft of any ability to concentrate whatsoever, and have to do that mindless bit of unpacking and sorting instead. Realizing all the exciting things you wrote down on your list for this week while still on the plane ride home will indeed need to submit to the reminder at the top that says, "JET LAG WEEK - GO EASY." The spirit is more than willing but the brain cells are pooched.
So while I wait for my mind to get all the way back, I'll sit in this in between space grateful for all I am blessed with, go for a walk, clean up the fall stuff from the porch and back fence, and see if I can get Ken to bring up some Christmas stuff from the crawl space. I'm excited for that too. First time decorating our new little house for Christmas!!!!! We'll have to take it in stages, though. Ken's (rightfully) nervous that I'll get all the boxes opened and spread out, then hit a wall and have to leave a mess. And not just for one day. He's not wrong to be worried about that. Because that's exactly how it can go.
I'll take pictures. Not of the mess. But when it's done.
And maybe, by then, I'll be able to tell how I'm feeling.
No comments:
Post a Comment