No Worries...

The race is over. Literally. It has been a week since we held our 5K race fundraiser. There was so much work involved leading up to the event that I was somewhat out of balance afterward. The first few days back at work this week, I kept looking around uneasily, wondering what I was forgetting to do. It's hard to wind down sometimes, you know? I've learned a couple of things recently, though. One thing is that I shouldn't let my work dictate my life. Sounds simple, right? Sometime in the almost six months since I began working for the YMCA, the line between being a dedicated employee and being an obsessive employee got a little blurred...Please understand, there was no one at work telling me to work late every night and to fret about the things left undone as I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come. No, I took that all on myself. It's just, if I do something, if I commit myself to something I care about, I want to give it my everything. But I shouldn't. My everything should be given to God, and He will enable me to do my best. My husband shouldn't have to eat dinner by himself because I just HAVE to finish what I'm working on before I leave my office. I shouldn't be so worried that everything will fall apart without me there to hold it together. I mean, that's a conceited self-important image I have of myself, huh? This is what I need to do: know that I am good at my job and that I am fulfilling God's purpose for my life right where I am today, and cease to worry so much. I'm not going to magically FINISH all the work I have to do; if I did, I wouldn't HAVE a job anymore (and with how the economy is right now, a good job is a rare and precious commodity, indeed). So, I'm not going to worry about tomorrow, because today has enough troubles of its own. And I'm going on vacation. For THREE WEEKS!!!! More about that later...