I was awake this morning at 4:30 am and already thinking of all the things I should take care of this week before I head out. There are schedules to finalize, meetings and discussions to be part of, plus a myriad of details pertaining to what to do with email, voice mail, snail mail (not much of that anymore!), cell phone, expense reporting, and so on.
I'm also aware that this is the time to cast vision and set direction for when I get back in August, so I am working on some key communication pieces that I hope will clarify where things are headed for the Fall and beyond.
And then I think about next Monday, when I shall rise to greet a new day (Lord willing) with a totally different agenda. The deliciousness of this idea is potent, but part of me also wonders and even expects to feel somewhat discombobulated for a while. There will be no shortage of chores and tasks around the house to do, and certainly life goes on for the girls, with their school and lesson routines. I am sure it will be a mixture of feeling really good and also kind of . . . odd.
Jeff, one of my colleagues, told me that the first couple of weeks of his sabbatical were a time of de-compressing, and then he felt like he found a new restful rhythm. That's what I am looking for - a new restful rhythm to life for a season, time to be more intentional in areas and activities long neglected.
So off to work I go . . . . .
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