A Tale of Two Churches

Categories: church

Date: 13 July 2009 17:05:47

Immediate future being as sorted as it can be until me and my boxes have migrated south a bit to their temporary abode, extreme tiredness levels having subsided, and yesterday's sanity restoring tactics having worked, I am feeling much, much calmer again.

After all the shenanigans of the previous ten days, I'd got way over peopled, way over-tired, and convinced Plan A (considerably revised) was a Bad Idea. By Sunday morning, I had worked myself up into a fine state of "Arrgghh - it's all going to go horribly wrong, I'm doing the wrong thing, I'll never get sorted. Why did I think I could do this.... etc." In fact, after first church commitment of the morning was over, I felt considerable even more wound up to High Doh and Beyond. I hate being at High Doh and Beyond pitch.. I'm not nice to know.

So, um, I announced I needed to go off for the day to do some fine tuning of a few ideas with someone. I just didn't elaborate...

This was a better idea than I realised, because Second Church commitment of the day didn't help at all. No one quite knows what to do or say to me, and the levels of bemusement are very high, so it's an uncomfortable place to be. It's somewhere where I'm doing what I have to to get by, but that's all. So, I came home only to change clothes and leave music behind, and headed for the train to the Bigger City as soon as I could.

After a meander about, and a catch up with a friend I've not seen for nearly a year, I decided a slow walk back towards the train, via the evening service at the church I used to go to would be nice. Third time lucky?

It was.