I have no idea why, and honestly – it doesn’t matter much. But I’m in a ridiculously good mood this morning. How about you?
Archive for January, 2010
Secret’s Out Of The Bag
Wednesday, January 13th, 2010I hate to dispel a rumor that’s been floating around, but the time has come for me to make a full disclosure. Sorry if this disappoints anyone, but the truth must be told.
I’m not perfect.
There. I said it. I’m not perfect. In fact, I’m so not perfect that I sometimes think the pendulum should swing all the way through craptacular, past idiot, beyond imbecile, and back around to perfection. But it doesn’t.
It has landed somewhere between “flake” and “whew, you really did it this time.”
I’m embarrassed. I’m ashamed. I know that I’m better than this. Yet, here I am. Groveling. Well, kind of. But definitely apologizing and working overtime at redemption.
I confessed my imperfection to a friend, poured it all out, pointed the blame squarely at myself and then watched tears well up in her eyes. For a moment I thought, wow. Great. Now that’s one more person I’ve disappointed.
Then she looked at me and said, “satan is just doing all he can to tear you down. He sees you as a threat. He sees all the good things that are happening in your life and is going after you in the one place where you’ve been confident.”
And she was right. I’ve allowed him to come into my life in this one area that affects me in a major way and threatens so much of my core – so much of who I am. I’ve allowed his influences to infect me with symptoms of apathy, laziness, confusion, indifference, emptiness, and general dontgiveadarn.
I allowed this to happen. But I need help in fixing this. Through prayer, through time and through perserverance I will do everything in my power, and through the strength of my Lord to get through this. I want to be a better person. I am not perfect. But I am better than this.
Meh
Monday, January 11th, 2010There’s good stuff happening.
There’s the not so good stuff happening.
And then there’s the meh. It’s the meh that keeps me from writing with any semblance of great frequency.
Part of it is I’ll get this really cool idea that I can completely rationalize in my head, complete with a bibliography full of back up and documentation. Then I sit down to type and the meh comes roaring up (can meh roar? is that an oxymoron?). Anyhoo, the meh comes up and says, “it’s too much trouble to write it all out,” or “you think up the wackiest things, who cares?”
Part of it is fear. Fear that the things I say will confirm all of your suspicions. Fears that I’ve lost my mind. Suspicions that I’m really a 14 year old writing under the nom de plume of Elle Dubya because seriously, is Elle that juvenile in her train of thought? Fears that you’ll feel sorry for me. Or worse…fear that you won’t.
So.
Many thanks for continuing to check back over here periodically to see if there’s anything new. Today? Notsomuch. Just proof that I’m still around.