I turn the big 3-0 on Sunday. The number itself doesn't bother me. What does bother me is not having a huge chunk of my people near to celebrate with me.
That realization is part of the reason why I allowed the headhunter who called the other day to shortlist me at a parish outside of B-Town. I think if I got it it may be like the proverbial dog catching the chased car, but I'll deal with that later if I have to.
In any case, there's something nice about being remembered, if nothing else.
1 comment:
i totally hear you. there are lots of people celebrating you from afar (including me), but i know that's not the same. happy birthday.
so, wait, the episcopal church has headhunters? seriously?
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