I have a couple other posts-in-writing to finish, but a friend reminded me of Mark 6:31 (“And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.”), and I’ve read a some of the “ten things a missionary won’t tell you”-type articles, that note that we don’t ride unicorns and live under rainbows (we’re far from perfect). So, in light of that:
It’s mid-July, and the semester can’t end fast enough. Because we have two retreats between the January and April semesters, we really only get just under a week to rest between semesters, and I was sick this year. I am generally done about this time of year, but this year, I’m ready to run to Mabira Forest and not come back for at least a month.
I’m tired of marking. I’m tired of student questions and issues. I’m tired of always being the tutor on duty in chapel (I’d like to actually worship for once without having to supervise). I’m tired of reminding staff that they are on duty, and I’m tired of going to chapel and finding that the tutor is not there.
I’m tired of having work dumped on me. This week is the second iteration of the Uganda Academy of Homiletics, and I really couldn’t tell you too much about it, because I ended up doing a bunch of things I was never informed about, and the hits keep coming.
I’m tired of being an introvert in an extrovert continent. Introverts are in the minority anyhow, but living in a culture that emphasizes community only exacerbates the differences. I’m tired of explaining that I’m tired (which sometimes, is the only acceptable excuse to get out of yet another perceived obligation).
As we say, “I’ll be fine.” And I will. I just need it to be the end of August. Because right after exams (and marking) end, the Provincial Assembly is coming, and I’ll want to attend much of it. Then I can run away. Hopefully.