Sunday, March 7, 2021
Today was the anniversary of The Day that Nice Guy Died. I didn’t even stop to give the day a second thought. I was too busy. It was a full day and it was a good one.
I slept late and by that I mean I didn’t get up until 7 AM. I got ready and
drove to Christ Church. I finished prepping my presentation for Saint
Anne’s Episcopal Church in Washougal and then had a Zoom session with them. After that I drove home and did some personal work. Then I spent the rest of the day with my family, chatting and relaxing and watching TV. Before I knew anything it was time to go to bed.
Instead of regretting the past or wallowing in its sadness, I spent my
alone time dreaming about the future.
I allowed myself to dream about what it might be like if I got one of the positions that I’m angling for. It was a pleasant daydream. It felt good to think about life beyond That Place. It felt good to think about doing work that would make me happy. It felt good to think about being engaged in the ministry and the work I was born to do.