Date: 13 December 2008 19:02:27
I was going to have an active day, doing many things, but have done none of them! Other than go to the Supermarket of Choice and stock up on odds and ends.
I think the quiet day reading and taking stock has been better for me. Accounts will always be here to do, as will minutes of meetings. But, I know I'll do them better when I'm less tired. It's been a very emotional week, in many ways, and the person I'd choose to talk things through with is not available. Which, in a strange kind of way, is no bad thing. It meant I just had to write it all down, and he'll get in touch when he can when he's up to it.
Regardless of anything else that may or may not have happened this week, this is also the week when I would've begun to take several major steps back from much of what I've been doing at church to help out in a short-staffed era. I'm really quite pleased about it. It's been good to have done, but it's enormously helpful timing to stop most of it now. I've not felt obliged to go to the Christingle services, which I hate, neither have I felt obliged to turn up at events that I'd've gone to out of a sense of duty.
Actually, the most important thing of the week is I've begun reading again. Or rather, I've begun new books. I've only been re-reading old favourites for a while, as bedtime falling asleep stuff, but only in dribs and drabs. I didn't exactly decide to stop, but it happened, and somehow it all became very symbolic. I've always been a prolific reader, and quite how I've not been reading is a great mystery to me. But, stop I did, and begin again I have done. It's good. I feel much more myself again as a result.