Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Help Me Help You

I'm feeling a little worn out.

Listless. Unimaginative. A little emotionally, creatively run down.

I think it shows on this blog, but that's just a symptom. Really, I look at my calendar from here to the end of the year, and it's already all been planned out for me. Visits, a funeral, a wedding, a vacation that's already planned, a few youth activities, some other thing, and some other thing, and some other thing after that, and then Advent.

And so on the one hand I think to myself, " new projects." And on the other hand I think to myself, "I can't think of any new projects." What makes it worse is a recent car ride with an uppity colleague the other day carping for 45 minutes about how energetic the pastor has to be in order for the congregation to be excited, too. Don't tell me I'm not. That'd be the wrong thing for you to say to me, or to assume, or to imply, believe that.

It's not that I don't want to do what I'm doing, or that it's a chore to do what is scheduled day to day. I'm fine once I get going. I'd just rather you not expect me to do much more right now. Mmkay?