Another year, another faculty retreat at Cedar Springs!
I've grown used to these faculty retreats now: this is how we start off each school year, giving us a chance to connect with other faculty across different disciplines, and bringing us back into the swing of the Fall semester after a summer of pursuing our own research interests. It's a nice gesture to have a little getaway, and I know the organizing committees (composed of fellow faculty like ourselves) work hard at it.
This year, though, I can't help but feel like I'm physically present but mentally absent. I'm not enthralled by the talks like I was in years past; I can't relate with the small talk from my colleagues, and even the appeal of the beautiful natural surroundings has diminished for me somewhat. Maybe it's me; maybe I'm being unappreciative of what God's given me. Or maybe this is just no longer my scene, I don't know.
I miss my dear wifey; I would love to bring her here to walk along the lake or through the surrounding forest. I feel I am unable to enjoy it fully without her; she is a part of me!