It has been a long and tiring two weeks. I've worked over 100 hours, not gotten enough sleep and have a sore throat. I'm physically run down and needed some rest. Not that I am complaining. Having been unemployed for over a year, I'm enjoying having a job.
But in my exhaustion last week I began thinking about the lifestyle of a typical Suburbanite like myself. We work long hours, get exhausted and live for the time-off on the weekend. While driving home the other day I thought, "If this is all there is then we are truly to be pitied." In my bussyness over the last two weeks I've missed my community time.
Our group went to a bush league baseball game last Tuesday. I was so run down that I went home and slept after work. The week before I was working 15 hour days and had to bail on a movie night to work as our website was moving into alpha testing. The bottom line: I missed my community ~ my friends ~ my pack ~ my tribe. I felt alone.
Community! It takes time and dedication. I'm still trying to find the balance between work and community. For the last five years I've been working for myself and setting my own schedule. Now I'm working for a large financial company and have to keep the hours that my teammates are putting in. Our website goes live in 20 days. It's a big shift in mindset.
While I've been taking the time to "slowdown" and listen to God in silent meditation, I also need to be in community. The balance point is always shifting, flexing, and rearranging from week to week. Without God, this would be an impossible way to live. No wonder our society is in a mess. We lack the type of community we were created for.
Rather than spend my weekend doing chores or sleeping (as I'd like to do) I went to the ballet recital of a friend of ours 5 year old daughter. After the recital we went to Ted's house for a BBQ and spent the evening in conversation. You see, while I needed rest, I need community more.