Stress Level: Midnight

My ongoing responsibilities:

  1. Family/Home
  2. Legal assistanting
  3. Church work
  4. Seminary course

I’m not a multi-tasker, so these have been interesting times.  The seminary work has been the biggest stress.  I just can’t seem to find the time or discipline to read when I’m awake enough to be fully aware of the text I’m reading.  I have quite a bit of time left, but with December mostly a write-off I’m feeling a bit of pressure.

Last Sunday I planned the worship.  It’s not one of my strengths.  Believe it or not, I find putting an order of service together much more stressful than writing a sermon.  So I came down from a fairly high-stress week after last Sunday’s service.  I preach this coming Sunday, but that’s not stressing me out so much.  Not yet, anyway.

I got a call at work this afternoon advising me that I’ll probably be heading to Chicago the first week of February for a conference.  This was all fine and dandy, until I told Dixie about it and she reminded me that I need a passport to get into the U.S.  That’s when my stress level shot up.  If I get my application in before Christmas, I should get my passport juuuuuuuuust in time to fly to the Windy City.

So I sat at the computer for an hour and a half trying to complete a 3-page online application form.  The site kept timing out on me, so I’d lose some information and have to sign in again.  (And it would have been nice to be able to renew the passport that expired in ’87.)  But I finally got that done.  Then off I went to Shopper’s Drug Mart to get my passport photo taken.  I sat there for 20 minutes while the poor guy there tried to get the flash behind me to sync with the camera-mounted flash.  He finally got it working and took the most dreadful picture of bewhiskered me.  Dixie says the picture is cute.  I think I look about 15 years older than I am.  You should see the bags under my eyes!  It doesn’t help that you’re not allowed to smile in passport pictures.  (Dixie says I never smile in pictures anyway, but my face looks particularly long in this picture.  The beard doesn’t help.)

Hopefully the application will be dealt with tomorrow.

Now I’ve finished everything I planned to do today.  Except study, work on my sermon, fill out the conference registration form and seal the air leaks around the door frame, but tomorrow is another day.

I don’t begrudge this stress.  It’s thrilling in some respects and “good” stress, as far as that is possible.  But it’s tiring.

2 thoughts on “Stress Level: Midnight

  1. Jyl

    It actually helps if you look like utter crap in your passport photo. Given the way the airline industry can be (what with lost baggage, delayed flights, lack of decent service etc), people who started their journey bright-eyed and bushy-tailed typically end up looking exactly like their photo :-)

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