Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy night!
I Confess… that I am completely out of sorts today. There are reasons, but while confession may be good for the soul, it’s not always good for personal and professional relationships.
I Confess… neither of those are going really well. Since last June I’ve had any number of issues with friends, family, colleagues, and the institution of teaching. Despite trying to unravel it all, I just keep coming back to a Demotivator I once read about dysfunction: The only consistent feature in all of your dissatisfying relationships is you.
I Confess… I probably am actually depressed because not only is this funny to me, but I read it as Gospel. I think I’m at fault even though there are times when I’m pretty sure I’m not being met even a 10th of the way, let alone 50%. Yet, I’m certain that it’s my attitude, my snarkiness, my desire to tilt at windmills, and my tendency to point out both the absurd and just about anything that upsets other people. Normally the expression kicking the hornet’s nest implies purposeful taunting. I just run around barefoot and don’t pay attention.
I Confess… the multiple sting wounds hurt. More than anyone can possibly imagine. My slings and arrows seem overwhelming, daunting, and often uncalled for.
I Confess… People want me to give up, give in, and go away.
I Confess… That is NEVER going to happen. I may be down, but I’m not out. I don’t break that easily.
What is your confession?