I’m pooped. Officially and technically and in every other sense of the word, I’m super pooped.
But it’s a good kind of tired.
It’s not like that period when I didn’t have a job and felt exhausted from stressing out about not having a job.
It’s the kind where I put in a week’s worth of work and accomplished everything I wanted to get done.
It’s a good feeling when what used to seem overwhelming and scary now seems quite manageable. All it takes to accomplish a big task is to break it down into bite-site portions. Kind of like that book about eating a 747. You eat it one part a time (if you’re into that sort of thing, which I’m not).
Being unemployed will make you much more appreciative of having a job. Well, at least for me it does. I’m more and more convinced that you can worship at a desk in front of a computer from 9 to 5 as well as you can in a church building. Your praise can be as much doing your job well as it can singing songs about God to God.
In fact, people don’t care what your singing ability is if you don’t live the words you sing. They don’t care how fervent your church worship is if you don’t live out that same faith the other 167 hours of the week.
So at 10:33 pm on a Friday, I’m calling it a night. I know I’ll sleep good tonight.