Today’s site prompt is “Do you like your job?” I loooove my job. I would have never guessed when I was fighting with my high school guidance counselors that there was a job/mission/call/life like this, or that I could possibly be so blessed to find myself in it.

An interesting thing, before I get into what I really want to share: I have been sick, on some level, since November. It’s either 1 long illness, with varying degrees of severity, or 4 or 5 new, different ones. It doesn’t matter too much which of those is true, it’s been a tough year. A few weeks ago, I was quite sick (I still have some lingering symptoms, which may or may not resolve). I am no stranger to respiratory and nasal maladies, but this bout carried a certain “brain fog” (at least that is the phrase I’ve heard more and more since COVID, and it fit like a nice new sweater). I hadn’t worked, created, thought big, complex thoughts, and I hadn’t posted for weeks. I tried.

[As a side note, I plan for this time of year. Late February-March is historically a very difficult time for me, for lots of reasons. I know this time brings with it a desperate need for unaccounted-for downtime, which I have learned to take. But that does mean that I work like crazy in the spaces when I am not laid out by my broken heart & spirit. My work takes the form of one long-form piece (whether anyone else recognizes this or not). Each sermon stands alone, as well as standing together in what can best be described as a concept album of spirituality.]

When I looked at my work, during this time spent under the weather, I had absolutely no idea what the concept was. I kept asking, what was I thinking here??? What am I getting at? What am I trying to say? I didn’t post because I’d stare at my blank screen with even less than the emptiness of the screen in my head. Now, that has changed, this is my 3rd post this week. I have returned to my life.

What I meant to talk about is MIchael Jackson and Drake, Nirvana, Seinfeld, M.A.S.H., and Netflix. But we’ve gotten too far into this side street to begin. I’ll write it for next time. I suppose this is simply a celebration, instead. Of this terrific job, the lifting of the fog, today, engagement & presence. Of no longer missing moments because I am fuzzy and disconnected from my own soul. And that IS a celebration.