You might not think it like me, and if you knew me well, you might really wonder about such. But it's true. Yes. I am.
I am going on Sabbatical for the months of February and March 2012. The thing that may seem odd is indeed odd. At least it feels so to me. Who would ever have thought that I would do such a thing? Such a thing as this, I mean. It's not what you'd expect if you knew me.
But then, if you really know me, maybe it isn't so odd. In all these years, I wouldn't have thought myself capable of such.
In early February, I fly to South Africa for six weeks in a monastery. See, I told you it was odd. I'm not planning on becoming a monk. (Goodness! What a thought.) It's a monastery connected with the religious non-profit where I serve. It's not a cloistered order, so I won't be "locked up" or anything. I will do some service, some prayer, a bit of contemplation, and rest.
I know what you're thinking. "Why does this guy get a sabbatical and I don't?" Well, it's complicated, I suppose. But this line of work can be taxing in ways that no other line of work can be. Not many, anyway. And, I don't get to go to conferences in luxurious places or even business travel. And, I work just about every f&%$~"g weekend and holiday. Plus some other odd hours. It isn't about the time spent in work as much as the intensity and nature of it. It requires not much physical labor, but an inordinate amount of emotional labor.
I'm awed, excited, honored, and terrified.