It’s been what I can only describe as a hectic week. I’ve been absurdedly super busy, as I begin to enter all that the next few months has coming. I always feel this way in September—church schedules run pretty similarly to school schedules--pastors see September coming much like teachers see a school year coming, with most of the same emotionally oppositional things running through our messed-up brains. (Excitement! Dread. Anticipation! Disappointment. You get it.)
Today, I have five meetings. All of them were important, all relevant, all about continuing good work in the world. All were with people I care about deeply. But.Five.meetings. And I’m out of the office the next two days, and there is still work to do for this weekend, and I’m going to be away for almost a week at the end of the month…
That’s about the way a good part of the rest of my month looks.
So, how do I survive it? Good question. This is the 21st year of this kind of yearly rhythm, so I hoping I will start to get good at it soon.
Last week, I signed up at a fitness center for a promotional six-week program, which, yes, I think feels crazily counterintuitive, too. Adding one more thing? To this crazy schedule? Barmy.
But what I know is this: I’m awfully out of shape. I have limited strength and barely any stamina. I’m carrying more pounds than I should be, and I get tired very quickly. Oh, and I get winded going up stairs—I’m particularly mortified by that fun reality. People look at me and tell me I’m small, but I feel huge and clumsy, and tired. Just tired. And old. Did I mention the birthday coming up next month? I’ve got to do something.
So, my alarm rings at 5.30am, which sounds less problematic if you know that I am a born morning person, and am usually naturally awake around 6 or 6.30. I go and prove to myself that I was totally right about how out of shape I am—it’s terribly frustrating. And embarrassing. And painful. And more tiring than I thought it could be (what about those endorphins everyone promises? Where are they? I wouldn’t know one if it hit me upside the head).
But there it is. I know that I need strength to get through this hectic work. I know that I need stamina. And I also know that these things don’t just appear overnight. So here I am, slogging away, hoping I can get good at it, so that I can be better at the work I have to do.
Wish me luck. And lots of arnica cream for the sore muscles. And an extra day each week. I’ll let you know how it works out.
Today, I have five meetings. All of them were important, all relevant, all about continuing good work in the world. All were with people I care about deeply. But.Five.meetings. And I’m out of the office the next two days, and there is still work to do for this weekend, and I’m going to be away for almost a week at the end of the month…
That’s about the way a good part of the rest of my month looks.
So, how do I survive it? Good question. This is the 21st year of this kind of yearly rhythm, so I hoping I will start to get good at it soon.
Last week, I signed up at a fitness center for a promotional six-week program, which, yes, I think feels crazily counterintuitive, too. Adding one more thing? To this crazy schedule? Barmy.
But what I know is this: I’m awfully out of shape. I have limited strength and barely any stamina. I’m carrying more pounds than I should be, and I get tired very quickly. Oh, and I get winded going up stairs—I’m particularly mortified by that fun reality. People look at me and tell me I’m small, but I feel huge and clumsy, and tired. Just tired. And old. Did I mention the birthday coming up next month? I’ve got to do something.
So, my alarm rings at 5.30am, which sounds less problematic if you know that I am a born morning person, and am usually naturally awake around 6 or 6.30. I go and prove to myself that I was totally right about how out of shape I am—it’s terribly frustrating. And embarrassing. And painful. And more tiring than I thought it could be (what about those endorphins everyone promises? Where are they? I wouldn’t know one if it hit me upside the head).
But there it is. I know that I need strength to get through this hectic work. I know that I need stamina. And I also know that these things don’t just appear overnight. So here I am, slogging away, hoping I can get good at it, so that I can be better at the work I have to do.
Wish me luck. And lots of arnica cream for the sore muscles. And an extra day each week. I’ll let you know how it works out.
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