I would like to begin with the only excuse I have:1) I became deathly ill with food poisoning and was sick for a full 4 weeks. Ack! That’s not good enough, though, true. I hate that my biggest character flaws are so obvious. I mean, why can’t I just have a compulsive need to alphabetize canned goods in the comfort of my own home like “normal” people?
BECAUSE, I missed something important. I just got around to reading some posts on my favorite blog, Seriously Because. My dear, lovely, friend Lori, paid me a huge compliment. She listed me in her top five blogs and wrote my name in the same sentence as David Sedaris’s;Hurricane Tankersley – When I say her posts are few and far between, I mean that you’re lucky to get a handful each year. But when Jessica writes, she wins my heart. I’m telling you, she could write a book one day. And I’m thinking that book will be a David Sedaris-style collection of short stories.
Last week, I forgot to meet someone for coffee. If you know me at all, this won’t surprise you. I am incredibly flighty. I forget Doctor’s appointments, I forget to pay my mortgage, I forget things that I’d rather not share, because it’s shameful, it’s embarrassing, and I have been like that since the day I came into this world.
Well, this new friend didn’t take too kindly to my antics, but frankly, I’m not that kind of friend. She needs a RELIABLE friend. One who is punctual, remembers dates, and returns phone calls and emails the second she gets them.
I do try to do better.
I put things in my calendar (if I could just remember to LOOK at it), I set my phone alarm so I don’t forget my son at the bus stop (must remember to keep said phone on person), I write endless notes to myself (where are these notes?).
I try not to get caught up being “busy” with things that are really inconsequential, though I constantly find myself right where I started, sticking my fingers into things I don’t need to involve myself in…
But I am who I am. A work in progress. And I absolutely feel undeserving of the unconditional love and encouragement my dear, dear friends and family give me.
WEEKS LATER! I am reading this post, and I am flattered, my friend, and I know you still love me despite myself. The words of encouragement do not fall on deaf ears. I mean, look! You got a blog post out of me!
And I’ll dedicate that book to you.