I’m in denial about my week and the work that needs to be done.
Denial is meeting up yesterday to see a movie with Paige and looking on amused as a man in a camouflage jacket awkwardly flirted with her in the lobby. It’s watching The Five-Year Engagement and realizing that Jason Segel is becoming one of my favorites.
Denial is baking cakes. When in doubt, bake a cake, right? I baked nine this weekend. They all now reside in my freezer, crumbled in Ziploc bags.
Denial is dancing like a maniac and not caring who sees. I learned the power of crazy dancing last year at seminary. Now blaring the local pop station and going crazy in my living room is a favorite kind of stress release.
Denial is sleeping in until eight on Monday morning.
Denial is reading Andy Root’s work written for a college classmate’s Cancer & Theology blog series. It’s good stuff. [Andy = seminary advisor and professor of mine who taught me to see God present even in darkness and suffering.]
Denial is cleaning off my desk, writing thank you notes, and making a pre-marital counseling organizational chart instead of writing any one of the sermons I need to write.
Denial is facebook. Denial is pinterest. Denial is blogging right now instead of working.
It can’t last forever. Reality is about to get into a kicking and screaming and punching match with Denial and I know who will unfortunately win that fight. But first I’m going to go eat lunch.
there's no place like gnome. 