Three months later . . .
While enjoying birthday dinner with a friend I noted that I’m not sure if I’m still exhausted from my 18 years in the ministry or depressed. Or, I suppose, it could be both. I’m kind of feeling a bit guilty that I’ve been retired for a little over 3 months and I’m not doing much of anything, not even the things that I was really looking forward to doing. She pointed out that it took me 18 years or more to get wound up so tight I couldn’t keep going, so it’s likely to take more than three months to unwind. Duh. THIS makes sense to me. One of the first things I learned from one of my earliest 12 Step sponsors was that getting clean didn’t mean that I was going to heal from all the stuff that happened in my life overnight. “If it took a year to walk into the woods, it will take a year to walk back out again.” I wrote every day of my ministry and every day for the 8 years of college and seminary before that. I don’t want to writ...