Saga Of The Eye, Part Umpteen

Getting better!

Back to work today. I like the people I work with, so it was really good to see them.

Literally.

One of my friends picked me up and drove me to work. She brought Starbucks, which is a nice touch for any chauffeur. We share an office, so we worked together, and then we got back in the car together and she drove me home. I'm a lucky girl.

I caught up on email and travel arrangements for a trip I won't be able to take and service plans and budgets and changes and new small group members and a list of folks interested in working in creative arts and....

...just work.

It's mundane, some of it; details and plans that we manage every week.

David. Me. 

But it's really not mundane at all, because it's people, who are never simple and never uncomplicated and certainly not mundane. It's life, and it's the beautiful, messy, kind, complicated, wonderful people who walk down the hall and stick their heads in the office and say, "hi". And smile. Or say, "I missed you...I'm so glad you're back."

And then she teared up, and I knew she really meant it.

I appreciate my job, and I'm glad for it. It's work that matters, because it's where I am and what I'm called to do and I am using my abilities and skills to make a contribution to something larger than myself. And I'm surrounded by good, honest, kind, caring people who are committed to do the same.

I am so grateful.

It was a very good day, but I came home with a horrid headache. It was a little too much, too soon - and once again, my husband knows best. In lieu of him saying, "I told you so", which he is too much of a gentleman to EVER do, I'll simply admit it. He told me so.

Yep.