Today was the first session of a little adult education class that I’m running on Sunday mornings for the church I intern at. I thought it went pretty well. Even Marcus was really manageable (for those who don’t know, Marcus merits his own post, which may happen someday). At a church this small, for a new program, if five people show up it’s a success, and that’s what we had. Now I just need to do four more.
It occurred to me, during worship, that I feel best about what I’m doing when I’m doing it. Beforehand, I’m worried and upset, and afterwards I second-guess and criticize. But when I’m actually at it, I feel much more confident. In the moment, it seems like I should be doing this.
In other news, I’ve felt some degree of awful for most of this weekend. Something has bloomed, and it is playing havoc with my histamines. My eyes were burning for the entire drive home and I couldn’t stop sneezing.
But I figure, if I was a geek without allergies (not to mention asthma), I would hardly be complete. As it is, I sneeze and blink and cough my way to geek-cred with every new angiosperm.