It’s Not You, It’s Me

I’m usually VERY careful not to bring too many real-world things into my blog posts, outside of my immediate family, that is.  That’s because I respect the privacy of my friends and extended family, and besides – it’s not good manners to vent about other people in such a public space.

Having said that, I need to express a little about an experience I had tonight.  For those local friends who will work all the pieces into a nice, solid puzzle, please know right now – this is about ME, not about the person involved in the situation that evoked these feelings.  Because I am 130,000% positive that she was completely oblivious to my internal dialogue tonight.


I had an opportunity to step waaaay outside my comfort zone by offering to do something relatively domestic and creative for a dinner at church.  That is so not my thing, but I thought I’d give it a whirl.  I showed up tonight to assemble my meager offerings, and was met with a talent MUCH LARGER than mine.  I was excited by the display and in awe of the creative genius behind it.  And then I felt like chucking everything I had put on my table.  Not because anyone even so much as sniffed in the direction of my display – no, not that at all.  I just felt like someone who jumps into the pool with floaties on while Michael Phelps is doing drills in the lane next door.

Yeah, so, after tomorrow night (the night of the actual event), I’ll be quietly sliding back into my comfort zone.  Floaties and everything.