By: Jana Greene
I haven’t written a blog post for over a week, because it has such an odd, difficult, wonderful, sad, exciting time in my life – just over the last week. Today is Saturday and it is 7:00, and I am still in my pajamas. I guess I should mention that it is 7:00 P.M. and I am still in my pajamas. I had scheduled a minor nervous breakdown for today and was hoping it would have resulted in enough crying to snot through at least two boxes of Puffs Plus (the lotion in the tissue makes them extra soft, and if you are having a half-way decent nervous breakdown, you’ll need at least one box). But no. Now that I’m home and have the time to grieve, all I can manage is not getting out of my pajamas. I don’t have the energy to cry.
I was thinking about what a weird week it’s been, and figured that if I can’t muster a nervy-b (as my daughter calls it) maybe I can write about it. Oh yeah. I have a blog….such a distant memory, my blog. But it’s only been a week – an eternity – since I’ve written in it. I thought maybe opening the door to my thoughts might lubricate the gates of my release, so I can get these pent-up feelings out.
As a matter of fact, if I had to choose a word to describe the past week, it would be “gates”.
In the span on one week, the gates of opportunity swung open in a most unexpected manner, so that I could start work in my (WARNING: cliché use ahead) “Dream Job”. Starting any job is stressful and at least a little difficult, what with learning new things and faces and protocol in the office. I worked hard and long and with great enthusiasm because I want this to work so very much.
A few days after I started work, a terrible thing happened. Our sweet, sassy, bossy dictator of a 20 pound cat, Hunter, had to be “put down” because his cancer tumor was pressing on his windpipe and he was beginning to suffer. My Beloved and his daughter took him there and held him, loved him as he passed into the pearly Gates and out of his family’s arms. He had been healthy only a month before! His tumor grew so fast, there wasn’t a lot of time to say goodbye. And now we miss him like crazy – his incessant hissing at the dog, crying for food, but also his ability to scrootch up against you while you are trying to type on the computer and put his little paws on the mouse…..you know, as if he was saying, “Hi, Mom. I’m just gonna walk across the keyboard and rewrite your document with utter nonsense, then I’m going to lay on it, because you’ve obviously been warming it up for me. And then I’ll just erase your work with a few kitty keystrokes. And you are going to think I’m adorable.”
I miss that stinkin’ cat like crazy. He died on a Tuesday, but I had no time to grieve.
Our church is kicking off a brand-spankin’-new Celebrate Recovery program at Lifepoint, which is REALLY exciting, and for which we leaders have worked and trained and sacrificed and poured ourselves into. That meeting opens up Monday nights and we are all standing right at the gates waiting for the moment to launch, waiting for the time we can finally serve others who need Christ.
But then yesterday, I got a call that a good friend of mine had passed away from cancer…after a valiant seven-year battle with it. We were such good friends that she helped me plan my wedding in 2007 and I sat though her chemo treatments many times. But suddenly, she and her family moved three states away and I never heard from her again. So its kind of a double whammy – I am grieving for her, and grieving that there is no closure between she and I. All the things that needed to be said were left unsaid, and will always be unsaid now. She got to walk through the gates of Heaven, and I was too busy learning a new job to even break down like I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. When the tears sprung up in my eyes, I chastised them, telling them they would have to wait. When I got the call about Jen’s passising, I was at work. I held it together, making a promise to myself that I would have this Nervy B today, here in my pajamas..
So much sad news.
But so much happy news, too! Like starting my job, and starting the Celebrate Recovery at church. OH – and my dear friend, Beth, who is due to give birth any minute now and has asked me to be her birth coach.
Isnt’ that just like life? Losing friends and kitties that we love, while new babies drop in to position for birth – seven and a half pounds of screaming, puking, erethral, soft and lovely evidence that God wants life to carry on. Even with all the stress, and loss and work that we must endure. I’m glad he gives us such a heaping measure of grace with which to get through all of these things.
I think I might be too exhausted to really lose it, Nervy B style. Maybe I’ll just cope with this week by eating mass quantities of chocolate and staying in my pajamas for another day or so….you know, until the gates of work open Monday Morning.
And Monday night, when our Celebrate Recovery small group shares around the circle, I will share that I ate mass quantities of chocolate, and no one will tsk tsk at me, judgementally, because they understand the particulars of a really healthy Nervy B. And then, just maybe, we will pass the Puffs Plus around and remind each other of how blessed we are. And about how grateful we are that the ministry is not a gated community and they let the likes of us in.
9 thoughts on “ThisClose to a Nervy-B, but all around, His Grace fills Me.”
That’s a lot in one week! Stay in those pajamas.
That’s the plan 🙂
I’ll bring over a pan of brownies…..dark chocolate with chocolate chips, right? ((((hugs)))) your way, my sweet friend.
Oooo yes, the dark chocolate with chips! I miss you, lady. Can we have lunch toward the end of next week sometime?
Wow, that sounds like my January, minus the good news, except that the good news was that a small fortune later, my cat did live…my friend sadly did not. I know your pain and I offer my prayers.
What I always find so unsettling, is that when you have worked for, earned and deserve a good Nervy B, it just doesn’t come at will. What a horrible shame. You hold it together and for what, a disappointing PJ day relieved only by massive quantities of chocolate…. which in retrospect is the best way to tame the Nervy B. May your joys outweigh your sorrows. Peace be with you.
I’m so sorry for your losses, and happy for your blessings, and thankful that you so beautifully can put in to words what so many of us are feeling! Thanks for sharing, and I will be praying for you all!
Thank you so much, Cris. What a frickin’ week! Love you, girl.
Ena, I know, RIGHT? But alas, it was destined to end with chocolate either way. May as well cut out the middleman of a crying jag. Every single time I have a good, nervy b cry, I get a sinus infection anyway! I’m sorry about the loss of your friend in January. That circle of life thing, its the HARDEST thing. I’m glad that you have your kitty…fortunes come and go, but love on that kitty for as long as you can, girl. Hugs to you. I’m so glad you read this blog!
I am glad I read this blog, too. You inspire me, console me, mirror my own anxities and trials and triumphs. Thank you for your honest sharing. it means a lot. And not to feed the “horrid little monster” again, and off to bed. Hope you have a great week in your new dream joy–job.