Give, Said The Little Stream
A month ago I was called to be the Young Women's secretary.
It's been ... interesting.
I had postpartum depression after Mia was born, and although I'm mostly over it now (thanks to a conscientious doctor and modern pharmaceuticals) it has left my brain rather fried. There was a time I could have done this calling with both eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back. Back then I never wrote anything down. I had a trick of doing this global memory thing, where everything had its place and I knew immediately what needed to be done, and all the details pertaining to it.
Now I feel like someone took a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle and threw all the pieces up in the air. Can you picture it? The pieces scattered all around the room, some face up, most face down or hidden behind the furniture? And then I'm told that, without touching anything, I have to draw an exact replica of the finished jigsaw - you know, the one I've never seen?
I sat through my first presidency meeting, trying to keep the minutes, not sure what they were talking about three quarters of the time, and confused about the final schedule they came up with. I can't remember the names of all the girls yet (close to two dozen.) I have to turn in our attendance numbers for this month - but I can't remember who it is I'm supposed to give them to.
Today was a little better. I got asked to substitute for one of the youth Sunday School classes. I love teaching - it's one of the few things I actually do well. It's exhausting teaching that age group, because you have to keep your energy up to keep their attention, but it's fun, too. When you can get their attention, get them thinking about what you're saying and putting forth their own ideas, it's a blast.
I will keep persevering. Hopefully I will get better at this with more time. Right now, though, I'm starting to dread Sundays and Tuesdays.
It's been ... interesting.
I had postpartum depression after Mia was born, and although I'm mostly over it now (thanks to a conscientious doctor and modern pharmaceuticals) it has left my brain rather fried. There was a time I could have done this calling with both eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back. Back then I never wrote anything down. I had a trick of doing this global memory thing, where everything had its place and I knew immediately what needed to be done, and all the details pertaining to it.
Now I feel like someone took a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle and threw all the pieces up in the air. Can you picture it? The pieces scattered all around the room, some face up, most face down or hidden behind the furniture? And then I'm told that, without touching anything, I have to draw an exact replica of the finished jigsaw - you know, the one I've never seen?
I sat through my first presidency meeting, trying to keep the minutes, not sure what they were talking about three quarters of the time, and confused about the final schedule they came up with. I can't remember the names of all the girls yet (close to two dozen.) I have to turn in our attendance numbers for this month - but I can't remember who it is I'm supposed to give them to.
Today was a little better. I got asked to substitute for one of the youth Sunday School classes. I love teaching - it's one of the few things I actually do well. It's exhausting teaching that age group, because you have to keep your energy up to keep their attention, but it's fun, too. When you can get their attention, get them thinking about what you're saying and putting forth their own ideas, it's a blast.
I will keep persevering. Hopefully I will get better at this with more time. Right now, though, I'm starting to dread Sundays and Tuesdays.
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