It’s a chilly rainy, November morning -and yes, this song is stuck in my head– I’m trying to get up the wherewithal to head to church across town. When it’s not my turn with the kids, I sometimes have a very hard time forcing myself to head to Mass even though I know I’ll feel better having gone. It’s more of an inertia problem than an I don’t want to.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these, right after my first vacation was the last, I think.
Life isn’t the perfection of magazines, TV, and Instagram. All of those platforms are framed and lit to show the best (or worst if that’s what you’re into) of a situation. No one is perfect. We all have our faults and insecurities. The Sunday Confessional is a chance to admit some of those faults rather than trying to live up to the impossible ideals of the media we subject ourselves to.
Here are the ridiculous things I do that I just want to put out there (and maybe learn some of you do the same?):
I add any old book title to my 7 year old’s stupid reading log. That child reads more than I do. There are books in every corner of my house, the car, and in her bookbag. It’s rare not to catch her reading and there is no way on God’s green earth I’m going to make her recount to me the title and author of every thing she has read that day. I don’t have time for that crap, it’s annoying. She’s met the quota.
Last weekend as part of my job at FeedBlitz, I created a screencast demonstrating how to create what’s called a re-engagement campaign. This a process publishers can use to make sure the people in the newsletter are actually reading and interacting. Ho hum… except I was using my own account to create the demo and the list associated with this website to populate the campaign, just to show how it really works. I finished my project and went back to my weekend and I completely forgot to turn off the dummy automated email I had scheduled as part of the project. And it gets worse, I also forgot to turn off the automated scheduled mailings of the posts here on this site. /facepalm So not only did everyone receive a fake We Missed You, they also received two copies of the post. Good job, Heather.
I am getting rid of a piece of furniture via Craig’s List. Because I am ridiculously ashamed of the state of the fixer-upper, I’ve made my boyfriend handle the interactions. When a couple came over to look at it last night, I went and hid in the bedroom until they left. The house is clean, I just haven’t gotten to any of the rooms you see when you walk in the front door. The squatter did a number on the walls and door frames and I can’t deal with people thinking I did that my home. Even people who I’ll probably never see again.
Speaking of Craig’s List, I got all excited when Craig Newmark and I talked on Twitter not too long ago (I’m a big geek)
And the final one, the big and true one. . . I need to fix my priorities. The last few years I buried myself in work, it was easier than facing the mess of everything. Now that my life is in order and I have the ability, head and heart-space to do so, I need to work on showing my friends how much they matter to me, by making them a priority, too. How do you show your friends they matter to you after you’ve neglected them for too long?
What do you have to get off your chest?