Occasionally I get to write on this blog as I have no-one else to talk to. Tonight, for the first time since 26th April, I am alone in the flat I now share with my wife who is away in Europe with work.
And the flat already feels empty. There is space that would normally be filled with me expressing the frustrations of the day, making little in-jokes and many bad puns, chewing over issues of theology and how we want to be better followers of Jesus.
I'm frustrated as I was supposed to use this time to complete one or both of the two writing assignments I have left half finished.
It's not because I'm lonely or bored or apathetic or afraid. I'm just plain tired.
My job involves listening to lots of complaints and trying to resolve them, and for tonight, this state of ungrace has polluted me to the point at which I cannot honestly write about hope and change.
So I'm frustrated at being worn down and unable to do the things I have to get done and want to get done. And weary from the ongoing problem of doing jobs I don't enjoy doing that stop me being able to do the things I do enjoy doing.
It's a dangerous place to be in, and I'm reminded again of the need to steal time for the things you love. But today I'm aware of the need to ensure that there is ample energy and creativity on tap to be able to make the most of the chores and tasks that you do enjoy.
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