I was chided twice today about not keeping up with the blog this week.
"It seems that if you're going to have a blog, you should make an effort to post somewhat regularly..."
Well, I haven't written anything because I'm tired of reading. I want to spend the rest of the post writing about how we all spend too much time talking and not enough time doing, and that, if we were busier doing the work of God, we wouldn't have so much free time to analyze our part in it or to judge the others doing it, or to come up with theories to justify our inactivity.
But I won't. I don't really feel like it, and, honestly, you'll all do what you want anyway.
I've been really busy this week planning and executing the work here. We finally have a project that I am really excited about and another in the proposal stages.
But, I'm leaving.
And the projects will go on without and the work will be fine. No problem. And I'm going home to good things, I know. But a little (Ok big) part of me will miss this place. And these people. My life will never be like this again. On Thursday morning I'll say good-bye to a life that I'll never have again. It's not like the good-bye in January; I know I'd have that again.
And I know that there are parts of this that I am happy to leave behind. But it's weird to think that when I step out the door Thursday morning, it's over.
Even if I come back here, it won't be the same. Pieces will be missing. Maybe it will be better, but it won't be the same.
I'm not complaining, I'm just a little sad to see it go.