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Middle- Pause Pump-Priming Prompt
When Push Comes to Shove, Can You Count on Yourself for Love?
Not just in the good times, but when you eff up?
That’s the real test, right?
When we eff up.
When that happens–and happen it must–what are your first thoughts?
Historically, mine have been, How could I be so stupid? And/or How could I be so mean?
Because I know better. I know gossiping is a bad idea. Even if the person I’m gossiping about never finds out. I still have that fear gnawing at my gut 24/7. I get to lie awake at night and beat myself up.
For something I know better than to do.
Knowing is not the same as doing.
I know not to lie, cheat, or steal.
Yet I think nothing of inventing not a lie but a little story to explain why I can’t come to your birthday party if I think the real reason would hurt your feelings. The last I want you to think is that I would consciously choose to be anywhere else but your party, even though I am not a party person. I don’t know how to chit-chat so I hang out at the food table and over-indulge.
