"All words are symbols that represent unspeakable realities. Which is also why words are magical." (Donald Miller tweet)

Friday, February 03, 2012

small voice "hello"

It's the guilt that gets me.

Not other people's guilt trips. Oh no. Not to belittle my own childhood (which was pretty darn fantastic) but it included a number of (mostly) positive and soul-shaping experiences at church camps, retreats and the like. Those experiences always include, for lack of a better way of expressing it, guilt. After all, one cannot grow into a better person without recognizing that one has some growing to do. The down side is, one becomes inured to guilt trips over time, and thus they lose their power.

inure: to habituate to something undesirable, especially by prolonged subjection; accustom

Once, someone attempted to motivate me to do something I actually wanted to do, but their motivator was, "If you don't, I will be angry." For that reason I didn't do it.

I know. Ornery.

Yesterday, one of you walked into the office and commented, "You quit blogging!" There was no guilt attached to it. He's not that kind of guy.

But my own guilt kicked in. Because not only have I been neglecting you ... I also promised to review a book for a friend of mine ... and that was before Christmas.

My friend has been nothing but gracious about it. I wish she'd guilt-trip me. I am inured to that.

So ... cue the regular speeches ... been busy ... nothing to say ... don't know if anyone's reading anyway ... plus the brief alien abduction set me back a little ...

Here's my goal. A book review, to be posted sometime Monday.

Unless you guilt me. Then all bets are off.


Derbecker said...

Start small. Review a take-out menu. Easier to find than a good book.

Patti said...

A take-out menu huh? Or I could do the church bulletin. Or my business card. That's REALLY small.

Bob said...

жаль об этом
но я действительно упустите свой блог

Patti said...

молодец боб :)

proudmom said...

No guilt. Too easy to drown in it. May have its benefits. But too many downers. Who are we, armchair quarterbacks, to assume you have nothing better to do than entertain us??

So no guilt. Just - missed your blogging.

And no fair other languages!!!

And. A bit curious re the 'alien invasion'???...

Patti said...

The alien invasion was just to see if anyone was ACTUALLY reading. Ooooohhhhh yes.

And anyone can appear to be multi-lingual! Just head over to http://translate.google.com/ ... there you can copy, paste, and even listen to your heart's content! (Although be warned, it only acknowledges the masculine version of words and the formal "you".)

And sometimes it's just ... wrong.

Anonymous said...

Yay! You're back! No guilt trip - just happy to see that you're back and survived the aliens :)

Ken said...

A small ode (rather than guilt), Tune: Highland Laddie

O where, and O where, is my running pastor gone,
O where, and O where, is my blogging pastor gone
She's gone to read for school,
Write the Annual Report,
But it's O, in my heart,
That I wish to read her blog again.

(with appropriate apologies to the author I didn't look up)

Patti said...

I can say with absolute certainty, that no one has ever before penned an ode in my honour.

*hand to heart*

You made me smile.

Kern said...

I would never have thought my Dad would write poetry!(Although he does sing me happy birthday every year over the phone.)

vjc said...

Grant you the alien abduction, but the rest is life and we know you have one. Missed you though, so happy to see you back on the blogsphere.

Yes, I read (and apparently so do those above me) but don't always comment. Not sure why - busy life, something cooking, alien abduction ...