I just read an article on Burn Out in the New Yorker. I am not as burned out as I thought I was. In fact, I am hopeful. I am discovering that I am just tired. It's true that it is bordering on exhaustion but I think what would be best for me is getting a little bit of rest.
I am marinating on the past four years. I would say that the season began at the beginning of 2017. This is when Santi's lymphedema started becoming more swollen. He started moving less. I became afraid. I try to be one that confronts my fears. This was one that I barely looked in the eye. Looking back I suppose there were signs. His death came as a surprise in 2018.
This year was a year of grief and pain. Yesterday was Santi's birthday. I was sad and maudlin yesterday, drunk off of tiredness and food. The scars still ache when it rains. In 2018, I was just trying to get by each day. It was a year of survival. It was God and my people who got me though. Thank you.
In the summer, I tried dating and I documented here as my therapy. I was trying to sweep away what was. It was rough. I am thankful of that time and the things I learned from the people that I met. It was still not an easy year. I questioned myself and found myself in other instances.
2020 is the year that is marked by a pandemic. It was the year that I met and fell in love with Geoff. It was still not so easy but it was easier because of him. It is all God's timing. So many things on my list and now they are being addressed. I still believe it is His timing and His sovereignty. I stand where I am because of Him. Alleluia.
I am planning a small wedding. I apologize if you didn't get an invitation. I know there are some that I should invite but it would be for me not for the benefit of us. More people stress us out and I don't have it in me to be too stressed out. I'm sorry. I'm planning a small wedding in less than a month and there needs to be a lot done. If you plan on coming, don't expect a lot. I don't really know what I am doing and I am having a hard time not being exhausted enough to fix things. It won't be perfect but I'm marrying my love. Does it matter?
I'm leaving my job of 10 years. I don't know what I will be doing. I'm looking at options that may or may not work out for me. I'm excited. I had an interview yesterday and the sweet man vetting me asked, "Are you willing to work more than 40 hours and on weekends?" LOL!!! No, I'm not. There is a shortage of what I do. I am in demand. I don't know if I want to teach. I may... I want to take a minute to see what else is out here that I can do. In the meantime, I'm trusting in God to lead me. The trust part is the hard part but I'll tell you something... If He could be with me and get me through the last four years, He could do anything. As if there was any doubt. (She laughs out loud. The widow laughs.)
Pray and trust in God. Praise the Lord!!!