A woman this weekend told me she admired my practicality.
At first, I was a little flabbergasted. I thanked her, mostly b/c my mother did actually manage to beat manners into me after all. Then I felt a little ironic as I thought of all the times I wanted to have a hissy fit instead of just doing What It Takes to get by.
I know I'm practical. I've never thought of that quality as something other people admired. Most of the time, I'm having to apologize for being the Nancy Nofun who has to point out all the possible avenues by which things could go Rather Terribly Wrong, and ask for (and offer) ideas for how to barricade those roads up. Then there's all the loads of work to build those barricades and hope they hold. They often don't. Then there's clean up. LOTS of clean up. It is a process. It gets done. That isn't a big deal. It is nothing to be admired.
Is it?
So I decided to look shit up.
Practical
I didn't know all of that showed outside of me so much.
I don't think I've ever been more complimented in my life.
At first, I was a little flabbergasted. I thanked her, mostly b/c my mother did actually manage to beat manners into me after all. Then I felt a little ironic as I thought of all the times I wanted to have a hissy fit instead of just doing What It Takes to get by.
I know I'm practical. I've never thought of that quality as something other people admired. Most of the time, I'm having to apologize for being the Nancy Nofun who has to point out all the possible avenues by which things could go Rather Terribly Wrong, and ask for (and offer) ideas for how to barricade those roads up. Then there's all the loads of work to build those barricades and hope they hold. They often don't. Then there's clean up. LOTS of clean up. It is a process. It gets done. That isn't a big deal. It is nothing to be admired.
Is it?
So I decided to look shit up.
Practical
I didn't know all of that showed outside of me so much.
I don't think I've ever been more complimented in my life.
