Unless you are looking at my arm, that is.
I fell at work yesterday. To put it more succinctly, I tumbled quite spectacularly down the last three steps of the staircase to the main floor of the parish office building. It made a very loud noise, and disrupted the business in every office in the building as people came out to make sure I was okay.
I thought all that I hurt was my dignity. It was pretty humiliating, having to pick myself up off of the floor, collect up all the stuff I had been carrying and try to complete the task I had come downstairs to complete. At least I didn't cry I suppose. I got a pretty nasty carpet burn on my forearm, and banged my knee a bit but other than that I thought I was okay.
But this morning I woke up and my arm was very sore and a bit swollen right over the place where the burn is and hurt really a lot every time I touched it or something brushed up against it. Father was so concerned about it that he made me go have it ex-rayed just to be sure I hadn't fractured the bone.
On the bright side, no fractures, only soft tissue damage.
As I was waiting in the pharmacy for the antibiotic cream and the pain killer that the Dr gave me, I realized that on an even brighter note I don't feel quite as blue as I did yesterday. That heavy cloud feeling I had concerning the job I didn't get has passed.
I think most of that had something to do with a good meeting I had with Father today about the programs I am involved in at the parish. I really do get along well with Father, and we do think a lot alike about how sacramental programs should be run. We had a great meeting today. I feel as though he is finally seeing how my work impacts the people of the parish, and he likes what he sees. It is a nice feeling to know that he appreciates the work I am doing.
In a lot of ways I hope that things work out so I can stay at the parish if that is God's will. But I want to be ready to move on if and when I realize that God has other plans for me. I don't want to be holding onto that job and that parish so tightly that I can't let go when the time comes. If that time in fact does come.
As I have said before, in the immortal words of that great theologian Tom Petty:
The waiting is the hardest part.