Work has been a swirling vortex of condescension, anger, and stress. A tidal wave of not accepting where we are on a project. We’ve been behind for months. Months. And yet at no point has acceptance of this fact been had. No moment of admitting:
Hey, we messed up.
Yeah, we are behind… BUT let’s move forward, as a team, and do our best.
My feelings have been lying to me; my body absorbing the workplace maelstrom of emotions.
I’m done with feeling stressed towards this project.
I’m done being lied to by my feelings.
If anything, I’m beginning to find the current situation at work humorous.
People have got to chill.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?
I am not exactly sure how to write this. But I’m living at that point where friends and family don’t want to tell my wife and I that they are pregnant. Somehow afraid that our feelings will be hurt after years of dealing with infertility.
More than any birth announcement, I am hurt more by silence. Robbed of that shared joy that comes from living in community with others.
I want to encourage those around my family to share their news. Allow us to come alongside them. Please don’t be silent. Let us share in your excitement.
When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider this: God has made the one as well as the other. – Ecclesiastes 7:14a (NIV)