The last few months have been hard.
I could go into all of the reasons why but really, who wants to listen to, much less read about, my various complaints? (Friends, you have no choice.)
This past weekend though, I went on a spiritual retreat.
I wasn’t actually attending the retreat, I was working or rather, serving, on the retreat. Preparations had been taking place for the last couple of months. As a musician, I’d been practicing tons of songs and getting things organized and fine tuned, fortunately for me alongside a friend. I’d also been asked to deliver one of the talks, so I wrote, rehearsed, edited, and re rehearsed for this as well.
I work on this retreat every year and I love it, so I’m really not trying to complain. But with other stress factors in my life at this time, I was struggling to enjoy my service.