Post-EVENT post

To all of you who prayed for THE EVENT, I want to say thank you. Your prayers saved us from disaster. Parts of the conference were very good and only a few things were outright bad. Overall, I would term it a success...So how do I feel now that it's two days behind me? Relieved? Joyful? Unburdened? Perhaps a bit of all of those things, but more prominent is this: I am depressed. I had no idea it would feel this way -- the let down, the stillness, the exhaustion, the remembrance of all things that were less than perfect, the meetings that never materialized, the friends who are gone.

My sister-in-law told my husband that post-event depression can rival postpartum depression in its intensity...I don't know if there's any truth in that or if she just made it up in an attempt to make Richard and me feel better, but I'm going to cling to it as medical fact.

Of course, the depression will surely not last long. There is very little time for stillness. Today I have meetings from 9 to 5, tomorrow I go to Chicago to meet with a potential partner, Friday it's off to Grand Rapids to facilitate a workshop for a current partner, etc. etc. etc. Perhaps the question I ought to ask myself is whether or not busy-ness is an adequate antidote to depression or merely a covering-up of what is and always will be there until I deal with that which lies deeper than the surface-level anxiety. Maybe next week I'll have time to think about it.