TMI Tuesday – Turkeys and Thanksgiving
Well, this post will be TMI of a different sort…
I haven’t blogged in a week, nor have I done much visiting of friends’ blogs – sorry! Truthfully, it was a rough week, in different ways. But it was a rough week of my own making, and I just couldn’t bring myself back around the blog, because last week’s topic was mocking me. Word to the wise: Don’t ever blog about how good you are at taking criticism – maybe don’t even whisper it in a darkened, empty room – because it is just tempting Fate to prove you wrong.
And honestly, the “incident” that proved me wrong is not something I would normally blog about – and I don’t plan to blog about it in any real detail, sorry! – but if I don’t own up to it and just leave that post below unamended, I will really feel like the biggest hypocrite ever. So suffice it to say, there are times when I do not take criticism in stride. There are times – rare times, I hope – when I let it trip me up and send me sprawling face-first in the most ungraceful and embarrassing fashion. And then, to my shame, immediately look around for someone to blame. Because someone must have pushed me, right? I do not just go sprawling face-first for no reason. Not me.
Heh. Yes, evidently sometimes I do. I am both clumsy and human, what can I say?
There, I have told unburdened my conscience – albeit in the most annoyingly cryptic fashion, I realize. Let your imaginations run wild, and I’m sure you’ll come up with stories that are far more interesting than the reality. You’re writers, after all.
Anyhow, the turkey is me this week. 😛 But the whole thing has taught me a good lesson about being more appropriately thankful for feedback I receive. I am trying to remember that the gift of someone’s well-intentioned, honest response is always just that – a gift. And whether I see an immediate use for that gift or not, the appropriate response is always thank you – because every gift represents thought and effort on the part of the giver.
In that spirit, I thank all of you who left comments last week that went unacknowledged while I was sprawled out face-down on the sidewalk.
Got any true confessions to make, for the good of your soul? Failing that, fun plans for Thanksgiving?
I don’t know what we’re doing for the holiday yet. Mr. Dare may be working. Wah.