I have a job, and I am pleased that I have a job.
But there are times in any job that are less than pleasant. Times when you are faced on all sides with a Catch 22.
So today, I had a lot of those.
But the thing that took the cake…My Own Personal Point of Pride…Yesterday, a local deity asked me to write some instructions.
I lay aside the fact that to create these instructions is to create and distribute a sharp pointy stick than is meant for poking me.
It had to be done, and I understood why. A global deity needed appeasement, and it took this sharp pointy stick distribution plan.
BUT! When I carefully WROTE the instructions, the local deity carefully took the beautiful succinct clear phrases and instructions and made them longer, more confusing and ugly…hoh..
it is one thing to write something badly, and never get around to finishing making the writing better.
I do that practically every day on this blog.
but to take pretty, crafted words and MAKE THEM WORSE ON PURPOSE!
it wounds me.
It wounds me more that I must send them out as if they were my own. It’s like wearing a sign that says “i’m stoopid”
In desperation, I was avoiding the situation. I was surfing.
I found this letter.
I think it’s a very beautiful thought. Beautiful thoughts are good. And I wanted to share it.