Post-meeting Update

I think I did an acceptable job of being as much of a non-anxious presence as I am capable of being right now. The meeting went . . . eh. I have to say that I am deeply disappointed in my session's lack of depth and their complete (and unanimous) inability to see the bigger picture. There is so much more I could say, but won't. At least not now.

Swallowing that much stress even for a limited period of time takes its toll. I came home after the meeting and observed the indulgence of a mini-meltdown. Realizing that it would take longer to melt it all down than I had to give it, I put on my running shoes and hit the trail. It didn't take long for my body to remind me that you can't run far with no fuel in the tank - the meeting was at noon and I didn't feel like eating before. I still managed to run long enough to breathe out the worst of the poison. I feel about human now. Tired (in every possible sense of the word) and sore (I forgot to stretch afterward), but no longer a keg of gunpowder waiting for a spark.

I know I went into ministry for good reasons, but today I'm having a hard time remembering what they were. Why do I do this again?