Monday December 12, 7:00 am Nia notices two library books resting on the ottoman. She knows they were due yesterday. In her scramble to save face and avoid fallibility she advises, “We can hop in truck and pop them through the return slot before the library opens! They’ll never know we didn’t drop them off yesterday.” She does a quick search and discovers the library opens at 9:00 am. “Chop, chop!”
Hi Muses plus Typist! Did Henny have a great outing? Why have you already been up for hours??
Reader tries unsuccessfully to ignore Nia’s proposed subterfuge. I didn’t think a stickler for details would blithely bend a rule.😮 😬 Shows ya what I know.🤷🏽
I’ve been up since 6:05 and have yet to bend any rules! 👼🏻 That’s just one of the stories I’m telling myself on this fine day.
“...save face and avoid fallibility...” Wow! Would I ever do that? A friend used to say, “I thought I was a perfectionist but that took too much effort. I realized I just wanted to look like a perfectionist.” Perhaps Nia wanted to avoid the appearance of fallibility? “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” Sir Walter Scott.
The 10th Step of the AA program of recovery says, “We continued to take personal inventory, and when we were wrong, promptly admitted it.” 🤔 There doesn’t seem to be a provision for taking Nia’s inventory! Sorry, Nia. 😔
“What story are you telling yourself?”
Answering this one question in multiple areas of our lives could be the difference between embracing change and remaining the same.
It’s the story we tell ourselves about things that determines almost everything...
Often, it’s just the first part of the phrase that sets the tone for whatever comes next...
I always... I never... I am... I believe... I think...
Here are some others...
I wonder... What if? Up until now... Now that I know... I am so grateful now that I... Just for today...
What story will YOU write today? What ending will you give it?
“When writing the story of your life, don’t let anyone else hold the pen.” ~Harley Davidson. ￼
Button: “A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.” 😁
If you've been up since oh-dark-thirty, you must have had a BUNCH of silent screams by now!