Never underestimate the concentrating effect of realising that by this time next year you really will have to have moved out of your home and found another job!
I know you all know (I've told you, for one thing) that curates can only stay in post for 3 to 4 years.
I've thought about the future, of course. I've dreamed of the sort of parish I might work in, and prayed and talked and dreamed some more,- but at one level I think I'd not really taken in that it will happen to me, till WonderfulVicar received a letter asking him to consider receiving a new stipendiary curate next summer.
Suddenly, we have to rework the parish profile, and the fact that a house full of Flemings and other animals gets a bit battered seems hugely significant.
And I'm looking hard at all the things I will leave undone, and feeling sorry - and speculating about those which may lie ahead, and feeling inadequate.
Good thing I believe in God!