Setting interpretive dance aside, I was somewhat taken aback by myself last week.
The first week of a ten week holiday, and it seemed every little thing upset me, frustrated me, and made me angry.
Every stupid little thing.
I’m usually pretty ropey early in my holidays, but this was more severe, an underlying annoyance with everything that just burbled away the whole time.
It’s much improved this week, there are still flashes of frustration, but they fade pretty quickly.
I think it’s a release of a lot of pent-up emotion that’s been building up for months now and without the busyness of routine to mask it, out it all comes.
I feel better without it.
All last week a dominant thought was that ten weeks wasn’t going to be long enough.
It feels better now, but I’m still not totally convinced.
I like to think I’m pretty self-aware, and rest in my identity as a Christian.
Last week demonstrated again how easily it is to allow role, function and activity to define who we are; and how unhealthy that is.
And gives me reason to be thankful for a patient and understanding wife.
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