Note: My word for the year is “Ready.” Each month, I blog briefly about my progress.
Here it is, the end of April. A month I thought I was ready for, but not so much.
- I wasn’t ready for some memory lapses that seem to be
growing more and more serious… or for having to think about what to do about them. - I wasn’t ready for a colleague’s intense reaction after she put me in an untenable situation and I did what I still believe was the best thing for the organization.
- I wasn’t ready for another colleague’s decision to end treatment for a chronic disability and begin hospice care.
- I wasn’t ready for a soul-stirring Mass when I visited a distant parish for the first time, a parish I had denigrated based on its reputation.
There was other stuff too, of course, some of it delightful. It all illumines my need to cede control and discomfort and fear and bias and preconception… and as a friend likes to say, open my arms to the gifts of the day. I’m praying that May brings more of that.
