Mamma Said There'd Be Days Like This, or Somebody Did Anyway

So the heading up there probably says this is a Friday post, but it's still Thursday for me. And that Moment has come.

The moment that they warn you about in seminary in order to scare you out of your procrastinating habits. (I'm pretty sure that's completely ineffective. If it works on you, you weren't really a procrastinator in the first place, and if you are, it won't work on you.)

The set-up is that you shouldn't be able to turn in term papers late because you can't turn in a sermon late. And then they proceed to ask you what you'll do if you waited to finish things till the last minute and then a pastoral emergency arises absorbs that last minute.

Usually, that scare speech is about sermons. I always figured that if the pastoral emergency actually was over in time for me to be in church, I'd wing my sermon. As a Sunday morning sermon writer, I don't actually find that all that alarming. Heck, I made up the second half of my high school graduation speech because I didn't have it written before the ceremony. (I also smuggled in a pen, in case there was time to work on it while other people were talking. That proved to be useless.)

My problem this evening is that it's not a sermon I've procrastinated on. I'm not even sure I'm giving myself the credit I deserve in calling it procrastination. The thing that isn't quite put together yet is our all church retreat. Such things require organization. It's mostly in my head at this point, but the booklet isn't finished. It won't be relaxing without organization; I know that.

But it's now time to go back and see just what is essential, what can realistically happen at the true last minute (that being tomorrow), and what can be skipped completely.

Emergencies are all about priorities. And I'm thinking the triage is the only other thing happening tonight. Blogging probably shouldn't have made the cut, but my brain needed a way of shifting gears anyway!