Pulling out the tube

Or, “whoa.”

I started this year with two jobs. Both 1099, both labors of…love? Duty? Necessity? Anyhoo I quit one in April and the other one today.

Somehow over the past seven or eight years I’ve been sucked into the vortex of “we’re a mess, help!” That’s been the theme of my corporate career. A fixer, but not in a mafia way.

After my recent brain explosion, I have been so tired. Shaving and showering this morning drained me. I don’t have the energy to manage the frantic mess of others. I’m tired of explaining the same shit over and over and then being dismissed like I’m the help. I don’t want to be the mom.

I have been taking courses to expand the skill set of my ministry, especially focused on bringing people to engage their spirituality with nature and social justice. As Autumn arrives I look forward to a new chapter.