I may have the post-Christmas, yard decoration pack up, three-tree tear down, 437 plastic bins and boxes blues.
Here I am at 4:30 in the blessed A.M. writing a blog on a day off. I am not in the office today, nor will I be making phone calls. There are no emails or texts to send. And if any are received, I probably won’t know since I have no intention of checking my phone; it’s a day off.
Nevertheless, I have the post-Christmas, Monday morning blues. So blue that doing any of the aforementioned tasks seems unlikely. Not to suggest that they don’t need doing or that doing them wouldn’t result in making my wife exceedingly glad; for it would.
But no. You see, I have the blues.
Some say there are two kinds of people: those emotionally oriented and those who are not. I am of the former and have always been. It’s neither good nor bad, admirable nor avoidable. It is what it is, and I am it.
I relate to the world on an emotional level. Most men are the opposite; they connect on an intellectual level. Occasionally they will stumble into an emotion beyond the euphoria of a team winning or an animal expiring. I get the team winning thing, but the other alludes me; it always has. Not that I haven’t tried. I’ve killed rabbits, quail, and doves and I’ve gone deer and varmint hunting. Don’t get me wrong; I have no moral issues or issues of conscience about shooting animals, it just isn’t for me. My greatest outdoor passion, actually my only one, is fly fishing in mountain rivers and streams. I’ve caught and kept fish from saltwater, but the last freshwater trout I kept was 40 years ago. I always release them.
What does any of that have to do with post-Christmas Monday morning blues? Nothing at all. But this style of blogging, this stream of consciousness, fills my time and keeps me preoccupied, which justifies not packing up another year of Christmas.
I’ve often wondered if Jesus got the blues. Do you think he might have? Did he ever wake up and think, “No, not today.” Or did he ever blow off the afternoon schedule and go fishing with the apostles? Maybe? Maybe not? Jesus probably did the right thing, regardless of how exhausted or emotionally drained. I admire him for that.
Maybe some of this is my fault? Given the year that we are about to finish, it wouldn’t be surprising to feel depleted, empty, and lacking the energy to get up and get busy.
In writing this blog, it occurred that I left 75% of my 2020 vacation time unused. Why didn’t I use my vacation time? Sounds silly not to. Maybe I just felt it was never a good time to be gone? Perhaps it wasn’t? Was it my emotional self making poor decisions?
Anyway, I’ll close this blog, giving praise and glory to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for as far as I can tell, he never allowed fatigue or the blues to keep him from doing what needed to be done.
Can you imagine Jesus saying to himself,
“Uh, I don’t feel up to dying on the cross today. I had a bad night’s sleep, and the people have been gobbling up my time and energy. Perhaps I’ll see how I feel in the morning.”
Me either. Boxes and bins here I come. After all, you outside lights aren’t going to pack yourselves.