Back to Work

It's Tuesday, but I wish it were Friday.

I don't dread seeing any of the kids I work with--even those that are pains in the butt--but it's colleagues that sometimes suck the life out of me.

They are all such nice, responsible people, with strong family values and good work ethic.  (Hello, old Boston!)  But I detest small-talk, and sometimes, I think to myself, If I have to have one more conversation about dinner recipes, I'm going to scream.

I have never been an external processer (except with serious boyfriends), so it really bothers me when people spend so much time talking about things on a daily basis that will not be important in a month's time.

I enjoy getting to the heart of the issue in a conversation, and most people don't seem capable of doing that.

At Yale, I was drained most days too.  I hosted numerous parties, and that was my secret way of creating community without having to socialize.  If I felt stuck in a conversation, I would excuse myself by saying that I had to get our more food, clean up some trash, etc.

Jesus will refill me if I abide in Him.  He knows what it was like to be clung to by people all the time, and He often had to go away to be by Himself.  May I learn from the best!