How is it even possible that it’s been this long since I wrote? I don’t have an excuse. The bottom line is I have so many balls up in the air that I’m having trouble juggling.
We went to church last Sunday. It was good. The kids enjoyed Sunday School. I want to get involved again. And yes, there may have been tears during worship. Music is something that connects me very much with God. We attend a denomination that is very demonstrative in their worship of God. I myself am not. It’s a very private thing for me, and I’ll admit I sometimes feel uncomfortable with the demonstrations of faith. HOWEVER – I feel blessed that our church is a place where those who feel the Spirit move them in that way are welcome, and comfortable, and able to express themselves. My discomfort is just that – my problem, not theirs.
We plan on going again this Sunday. But there’s a hitch coming. Why do we always have to have a hitch? Poe’s current job is going away. I know. But they’re apparently going to keep Poe out of everybody, and put him somewhere else. For less money. Again. And this time his days are going to be Sunday – Thursday. His hours are such that he’ll miss all the services. Sigh. I’m just going to have to buck up and make sure I round up the kids and go by myself when this happens.
I’m going in a different direction at Vineyard Virtual Services, which means I’m in the process of revamping that site, and doing some schooling in order to learn some of the finer points of the new direction. Basically, I’m nitching myself into being a Virtual Author’s Assistant. I love books, I enjoy working with authors, and I enjoy the minutia of things like editing and source lists. It’s a good fit for me. I knew something needed to change.
Joseph starts school Monday. That will add some structure to our days. Today, however, we have back to back therapy sessions, which totally sucks. It just seems a lot longer than it actually is when there are two sessions close together. And his therapist suggested that maybe I might want to consider separate therapy for myself.
This is the part where I laugh maniacally and ask her when would I have the time for that? I have too many meetings for work and the kids and doctors and therapists and school pickups and grocery shopping and cleaning and billing and invoicing and work to day.
And this is the part where she says: Exactly.
She thinks I may have too much on my plate with too little a support system – especially now that Poe’s working full time. She has a point. We’ll see where it goes. I start tomorrow.
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