This morning I missed an appointment. Missed, as in: I forgot completely to show up and got a call fifteen minutes after the scheduled start time to see if I was okay. In itself this is not a horrible thing. I manage to screw up my schedule like this once, maybe twice, a year. It happens.
Unfortunately the meeting I missed was my yearly supervisory conversation with my District Superintendent. I spaced out my annual review with my boss.
Whoops.
She was gracious and allowed me to show up 30 minutes late though I am sure it stressed her schedule for the rest of the day. I was very apologetic. She was very gracious. I am thankful.
I had been having anxiety dreams most of the weekend, all couched in the Sunday morning format (I can't get things together for church, I'm running around the building looking for my sermon notes, I keep getting interrupted in the service by announcements so I can't get started preaching, the congregation feels things have gone too long and gets up to leave, etc.) Again, this in itself is not unusual, the dreams along with killer Sunday morning indigestion are a regular part of the pressures of preaching. Perhaps, though, my dreams were warning me of this morning, not yesterday. I was not paying attention.
Starting the day with such a colossal screw-up has left me feeling hazy. As the ripples in a pond remind you of the falling rock, things inside are not quite smooth.
Eat, run, sleep, reset. Tomorrow will be a better day.
2 comments:
LOVE reading the blog. I will be one of your faithful readers, and will provide a little nudge every now and then to write again if it's needed! I know I need that nudge on my own blog sometimes (like now) and have good friends who nudge me lovingly.
I'm impressed with the biking...and the preaching...and you in general. I miss your friendship and your great sense of humor and fun. Take a Sunday off sometime and come to Egypt! :)
Love,
Kat
hmmm- dreams sound all too familiar...
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