Categories: news-from-depressionland, musings
Tags: grey, therapeutic work.
Date: 03 February 2010 17:06:59
The last four or five days have been uniformly grey, not only in the weather but in my mind. This morning I didn't get up till 10.45 and consequently didn't start my work till nearly 12.00. However (which is better than yesterday) I managed to get down to planning the service for Sunday, in spite of the fact that I didn't have the 'worship bag' which has sample hymnbooks and all our resource materials in it. I got a lot further than I expected, because I had resources for Poverty Action Sunday and Homelessness Sunday, which we are combining this week.
By the time I finished that, I was feeling better than I had since nearly a week ago. Amazing how therapeutic creative work can be. Of course uncreative work, such as doing the washing up, can be therapeutic too, but it's harder to get down to because one has to keep repeating it every day. When I am most down, however, I can't summon the energy to do any kind of work. I just have to wait until the clouds begin to pass over. Which makes me feel pretty helpless.
PS The title for this post is of course ironic...