I should know by now that I’m not going to have the focus or the energy by the middle of December to work on substantive projects. Advent and Christmas Eve don’t put the kind of strain on me as they do my colleagues who are heads of staff and solo pastors, so it’s not that I’m swamped by liturgical responsibilities. Rather, my attention is short.
September thru November is something of a sprint. So is January thru April. December is this weird space between them when I feel uniquely incapable of doing anything well.
I’m leaning toward the conclusion that this mid-winter malaise can’t be conquered, but that it can be managed. I can plan better, so that the things breathing down my neck in the new year are either pushed back a bit or taken care of earlier.
Maybe time management is seasonal as well as daily.