Six more sleeps

No, not six more sleeps until Santa comes. Six more sleeps until my annual leave starts. Believe me, it can't come soon enough. Don't get me wrong; I love my job. When we had our Christmas lunch the other day my boss asked us all to name our highlight of the work year and mine was "landing this job" (I started work there at the end of April). It's a real blessing to work in a job I love - the people with whom I work are encouraging, friendly and lots of fun; and the parishioners who drop in (I work in a church) have embraced me warmly even though I worship in a different church. And I love working in a church... it's so great to chat about how things are going and then to pray together.

Having said all that... I've had a rough year from a personal point of view and an exhausting year at work, as I've learned the job and invested a lot of energy and time into relationship building. I am tired. I am finding it harder to be patient and gracious in a job that requires a lot of patience and grace. I look forward to the weekend with almost indecent enthusiasm and I find it harder to get out of bed on the days when I work. I'm grumpy, and it's not always hormonal!

So, bring on the holidays! I'll be off from Christmas Day until 14 January (three weeks - yay!) and I'm not going anywhere and I have no plans... except to recharge my batteries, and to return to work ready to run with endurance the race set before me.