Sunday, April 16, 2006

Resurrection

Tomorrow is my first day of work.

That's not to say, of course, that I haven't been working during the five years since our eldest was born. Even with my outside work as a fitness instructor and freelance writer aside, I've never worked so hard in my life.

But this is work in the traditional sense; I am expected at a certain place from 8:30 AM until 2:30 PM each day and am, as one of my friends put it, "working for the Man" again.

Mercifully, I have been incredibly busy for the last few days getting ready for my third-annual Easter party for my family. There were cookies to cut out and bake, an artichoke-and-leek appetizer to prepare, sweet potatoes to bake in advance, and, subsequently, a dripped-upon oven to clean. With all that activity, I've hardly had a moment to think--or, as I'm more likely to do, obsess--about what this work is going to mean for me and for my family.

The kids, as I've already noted, seem pleased as punch to be starting school. And I'm truly excited about the work I'll be doing. It's just such a change. And change is both exhilarating and scary.

It seems serendipitous to be embarking on this adventure the day after Easter, a time of transformation on a divine scale. Our pastor preached in church this morning that WE are the resurrection, charged with carrying on the work of justice, mercy, and peace in our work and our world. I pray I can effectively combine my personal resurrection as a professional woman with that charge.

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