I’m still kinda crabby but it’s my fault.
I’m crabby because I messed up. I messed up and I shouldn’t have.
You see, Red Oak Grove leadership was invited to a stewardship meeting with the synod staff. They were going to be at three different locations on three different days; we could call and sign up for a time slot. Great. I did this.
And then I went on vacation without ever writing the date and time on my calendar.
Last Wednesday, when I was at The Sound of Music, I should have been talking about mission and stewardship with the Bishop in Albert Lea. Shit. I’m learning that my calendar is my life; if it’s not written down, it doesn’t get done.
I only remembered yesterday when my memory was jogged by reading a certain Scripture text.
I emailed the synod staff and apologized.
I felt like an idiot.
What a healthy reminder that I’m not perfect. I goof up and I forget things. Perhaps also a needed reminder that I can’t do it all. My council president was also invited to go; in fact, she received the letter in the mail about it, not me. I could have said, here, Karen, if you could set it up and invite people to go, that would be great. But I, instead, and like I always do, said that I would take care of it. I want to help everyone else out. I don’t want to put anyone out. But the thing is I say I’ll do things and then things get overwhelming and then I forget things.
Through my own disappointment in standing the bishop up, I told a few people and all I really wanted to hear in response was, it’s okay. We all goof up. But it seemed nearly every reaction I got made me feel even worse for f’ing up. Oh, well. Me, writing this, is admitting it and moving on. Sinking feeling in stomach, you may leave now. [please?]
It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time that I forget a meeting or overlook a commitment. This pastor isn’t perfect. Thank goodness I’m in the right business for some forgiveness.
there's no place like gnome. 
It is okay! and we all goof up! (and you did the wise thing sending an 'oops' e-mail). sinking feeling- go away! (seriously, we need large margaritas. stat).
Thanks, Cassie. As for the large margaritas – hell yes.