Wednesday Word: Pressure

Pressure, pushing down on me

The opening line to the classic song, “Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie have been on my mind and a part of my life recently.

Today's Wednesday Word is a little different because it's mainly about me. I generally don't like to talk about me or things that keep me up at night with people, let alone a broad audience such as those who read this weekly missive. There are a lot of reasons why this is so, but only one that I will share with you here.

One of those reasons is that I am no different than you. You all have jobs and children and hobbies and responsibilities that push and pull you in many different directions. For me to complain or whine about things going on in my life only serves to minimize and/or devalue what you all experience.

That said, I realize it's also important for you to know what is going on, to a point, with me. It doesn't do anyone any good to spend time wondering what's wrong or why I've suddenly disappeared.

That said, here is some of what is causing some of that pressure in my life at the moment:

September.

September is pushing down on me. Purple events throughout the month, a special focus on opioids on 9/16, a movie, parish picnic, the resumption of Monday night classes, a confirmation class, a bishop's visitation, a wedding, and premarital sessions for an October wedding. Individually these aren't all that big of a deal. But, as I looked at my September calendar, they've manged to stack on top of each other very quickly.

A house.

You may have heard that we are looking at buying a house. I spoke with my loan officer yesterday and they need a few more things to get final: three additional bank statements, two letters explaining things that make them uncomfortable, and how we're going to deal with a needed repair. We're close, very close. In fact, he told me that it's basically a done deal, we're just crossing our t's and dotting our i's. And then, of course, the actual move from Point A to Point B.

Again, individually, probably not all that worrisome. But added all together, and on top of September in general, and there's a bit of pressure pushing down.

In the words of Julian of Norwich, “All will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be well.” This I know to be true.

But I'd still appreciate your prayers this month.

Blessings,

Todd+