I'm "good and tired" tonight. Not just tired, but a good-tired.
I'm so glad to be sitting here, with Max.
He's the jelly on my biscuit, the gravy on my mashed potatoes, the marshmallow on my snowball.
Speaking of marshmallows...I've been on a "sweet fast" for almost a month. I'd pretty much kill to have a brownie right now. With walnuts. Oh my.
After the Experience Conference, coming home and unpacking, cooking for choir lunch and then going through the Sunday schedule:
Up at the crack of dawn
Head for church at 7:30 AM
Teach my Life Group
Rehearsal was over at 3:00 and I stayed at the church all day today and worked until about 6:30 PM, by myself.
It had to be done.
I have some more to do tonight before sleep comes again.
I'm headed to California this Thursday, so I needed to get a jump on things or the week was going to get away from me without everything getting done.
It still feels kinda surreal that I'm going to California.
I always come home with knowledge from the Experience Conference but this time I came home different in other ways. Still processing, but something new is happening in my heart and life. Something good. Something besides writing, and California.
Speaking of writing, I'm still working on the Celebration Church Christmas play/musical. I can't wait to finish it. We've been working on it since July. The choir sounds amazing. Now if I could just finish the script. I had a majority of it done and then felt led to tweak in another direction. I'm an incessant tweaker. I probably drive certain (magazine/journal) editors crazy by sending them fourth, fifth and sixth "final drafts" of things. I'm sure, and then...not so much. Always making changes.
I'd rather do that than get complacent.
It was a great week this past week, and I can't wait to see what's going to unfold this week.