I hate to make mistakes, especially those that cannot remain concealed. Recently, I sold an item on eBay, an item that had been relisted. I could not find it. Because of large objects having been delivered to my house, things have been packed and moved and redistributed all over the place. Anyway, I searched for 2 days trying to find a certain book. To no avail.
My first inclination is to avoid the computer where the issue lies. Though it demands some action on my part, I don't want to face it. I evaluate my feelings---that I am disorganized, incompetent, stupid, clumsy, careless, embarrassed, incapable.
I appreciate that this departure from the norm is between only myself and one other person, who seems not to be very concerned. A trifle really.
I am so grateful that I am not Steve Harvey.
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