Finding My Voice
I really hit the ground running when we got back from Africa. There were situations that needed my attention and friends with new ideas to hear. But after about 10 work days back I involuntarily shut down to critical systems only. My inbox is overflowing, the number of saved voicemails on my phone are embarrassing, I have not been sharing as much with friends, and I obviously have much unfinished business on my blog.My colleagues think I could be experiencing reentry stress or seasonal affect disorder or some combination of both (I think they may be on to something there.) Blogging is a great metaphor for the rest. It's not as if there is nothing to share; far from it, I feel as if we are in the good revolution on every side, yet my fingers seem to rest paralyzed on the keyboard as my mind searches the fog for a place to begin. Even this meager exercise in excuse is difficult.
Please pray for me.


