Friday morning hits me like a hangover. I’ve had a week of excess. Too much self-centeredness, too much sensitivity, too much depression to see the world right. (I thought I put a music video on this post, but I can’t find it. It was Friday I’m in Love.)
I read Mary LA’s post today, and marveled at how she recalled her dreams. When I sat down here, I remembered my dream from last night – much to my surprise. I was told that my department was moving offices. We were renting our own space, offices that would be spacious and private. Our big manager told us that we could not do such sensitive work in such a cramped and un-private space. I suggested an office building on the other side of downtown. Not in uptown, but lower downtown (lodo). It was where I started my sober career in my second year of sobriety. It was all exposed brick and windows that gazed upon a park, the confluence of the south platte river and the cherry creek. Oh, how I would love to work in that building again! Or maybe I would just like to be that young woman again. Full of hope and optimism. I thought the dark days were behind me.
And someday soon, I hope to be reporting on the sunny days returning, and this darkness being in my past. I know it will happen. But for now, I am like a little girl in a darkened closet, feeling my way for the string that will turn on the light.
Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents. — John 15:10