Apparently the Outbox on my iphone hasn’t been actually sending any emails for the past 3 weeks. So I’ve been “sending” messages to people that never leave the warm safety of the palm of my hand.
It’s left me with this sort of complex where I feel like I’ve been unheard and lost in a wind-tunnel.
And it’s now January and February, which in my world together comprise what I think of as The Season Of Drear. Joy, light and family are put in the boxes with old tinsel. Now it is just cold and austerity and self-denial.
I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions on January 1. My year doesn’t start then. My years start on May 23, so that’s when I opt for change. At this point in the cycle I’m just hanging on.
I do have a few things to say to various folks, though. And I’ll just do it here so as not to clutter up Facebook any more than I have.
1. I don’t want to hear how many pounds you’ve lost unless the number is above 15. Anything below that could be attributed to the end of a bout of constipation, a change in your hormones or taking off a sweater. I am not going to strike a medal for you having lost the equivalent of four sticks of butter.
2. I will review your book and I will say what I need to say when doing so. If you expect me to pay for the experience of reading your work with my time, my money or both then I have earned every right to pass my opinions along. I’m sorry if that seems unChristian to you. But, frankly, stewardship is one of the main directives of Christ. If I think that reading your book was a poor use of time and I don’t tell others the same thing, I’m guilty of poor stewardship. Sorry if that offends you, but that’s just the way it is.
3. I’m nowhere near as grumpy as I come off in posts like this or on Facebook. I admit as I write this particular post I am tired, sore and frustrated and that’s leaking out in a kind of grump that one sees in three year olds who need a nap. I’m not 3, but yes, I need a nap. But really, I am a nice person. Except to those people who want to regale me with tales of losing two pounds.
There was more I was going to say but I think I better go find that nap before I start railing against Mitt Romney.