Categories: anxiety, work, family, feast-days
Date: 06 June 2012 09:38:33
After once-again being on a computer most of the day, I must say I do not feel very motivated to turn mine on when I get home...
Nevertheless, this week has been an interesting one. I felt absolutely horrible with the flu Sunday, though as it was Orthodox Pentecost I went to church: went being a one-hour-fifteen-minute mostly-freeway-at-110km/hr drive down south to Gosford where services are held alternating weeks (I will probably only head down for the big feasts...) I lasted almost to the end of the Divine Liturgy, before Vespers with the special Kneeling Prayers and special lunch, before I got to the stage where I was spending more time outside coughing and blowing my nose than inside, the throbbing of my head got worse, and I thought I'd better head home, picking up some medication on the way. At Gosford the church is held in a industrial estate, but is a very beautiful one in my opinion (some photos are here). Adding to the beauty, for Pentecost -- also known as Trinity Sunday in the Russian Tradition -- the church was decked out in greenery, with flowers and branches with leaves covering a great deal of the church: the green representing life through the Holy Spirit I believe. It was beautiful to see, and a generous parishioner had made small bouquets for us to hold during the service and take home.
I ploughed on with the help of medication to work on Monday and Tuesday, visiting a client site on Tuesday to gather reporting requirements. Despite the fact logically I know it was day 12 of my time in this company, and I have much to learn in all areas but particularly the application and database, my slowness and mistakes in reporting on Tuesday had me getting frustrated and believing I was failing and that I would be sacked and so on... It is truly amazing, in an horrific way to be sure, how my thoughts can run away and take me with them. I slept fitfully last night, and today, once I got to work, things started going right. I had my struggles, but I also achieved a great deal given it was day 13 of my time in this company. Cries to God for help, for patience, for sensibility, were answered: I feel much calmer. If only such sensible thinking was more prominent: in time I pray it will be.
I am feeling much better too, though (look away if you are eating/drinking/squeamish) I am still amazed at how much mucus I can produce -- buy shares in Kleenex is my recommendation!
Evenings have been wonderfully spent with my dear nieces before their bedtime; talking and playing with them, and even brushing my teeth with them (Eden and Jessie are endlessly fascinated with my electric toothbrush), is time I love and for which I am so thankful I have. Thanks be to God for this job, and my beloved family, and this time I get to spend with them.