Blogger: Rachelle Gardner
Throughout the month of June, Facebook kept sending me “memories” from 2012 and 2013, when our area in Colorado was swept with devastating fires. It reminded me of how awful those summers were, with evacuations and fear and horrible ash-filled air and hundreds of homes destroyed and even some fatalities.
I remember struggling with work, and feeling emotionally hijacked, and completely drained during those weeks. My husband was off fighting the fires and I was in charge of the homefront, packing up for possible evacuation, while trying really hard to keep up with my work.
My work is so meaningful to me. Working with authors and helping them to bring their messages and stories to readers is, I think, important. Literature, information, the flow of ideas, contributing to our cultural conversation, these are valuable to our culture and society. I enjoy having a part in it.
But those weeks, when fear and uncertainty were all around, and we witnessed things we’d never expected to see… those weeks I had a really hard time concentrating on my work. As important as it is to live up to my responsibility to my authors, I had to take some time off.
I kept telling myself I should be able to get more work done. But I bumped up against my very human weakness, and had to admit I had limits, and that sometimes, things just don’t go according to plan. It is humbling, to say the least.
So let’s talk about that.
Have you experienced times like this — times when, despite your best efforts, you just couldn’t get anything done? Times when you thought you should be able to “rise above” and yet you found it impossible? What was that like? Did you learn anything?