This is the icon I am currently working on. I am spending an hour a day working on it. Between six and seven in the evening. The photo shows the icon after the second highlight, the light color on the face, and the pink lines on the outer garment. When I sat down to work on it last night, I thought “Wow! Isn’t this something! I really can do this myself!” A half hour later, after applying the second float, I was in despair, wondering if I can even salvage this icon. My icon mentor sends out e-mails several times a week entitled “Accepting Imperfection,” and I guess I must learn this.
Meanwhile, working on my resume. Dreaming up fantabulous ways of describing how cool I am. What a leader I am! I hate this! It is part of why I work for the state, I have never been asked for a resume before. But then I have never applied for a job in senior management before.
Today I need to set foot into a building where the people are so angry they have been shouting with red angry faces. I am the representative of all they hate. This should be fun. How I deal with them was something my boss praised in my interim job evaluation. She called them “high demand – low reward.” Despite all of my complaining, I think I am doing this as well as anyone else could – maybe better. Because I have learned over the years to just let that stuff pass through me. Little do they know how difficult it is.
These problems are small. I have just been though a life-threatening depression. My sister-in-law is dead, my brother is bravely living through almost unendurable grief. I have friends who are ill. There are bloggers who are facing serious illness. Yes, my problems are small.
Like a deer that longs for springs of water, so my soul longs for you, O God. — Psalm 41