It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.
In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear yet, I’m not so perfect in the perfection department, y’all. And I’ve been having to fight letting those true, flawed colors shine this week.
Here’s the thing – I am both extremely stubborn and a quitter. It’s a really unfortunate combination. I’m not the good kind of stubborn. The kind that puts her nose to the grind and stays with the job or what-have-you until it’s done, no matter what. No, I’m more like the
ass donkey kind of stubborn. The one that says, “Screw you, I’m not gonna do that job even if you try to put a muzzle on me and pull.”
Which leads me to point numero 2: I’m super anti-confrontational.
“But Jessica”, you’re probably thinking, “you confront all sorts of hard issues on your blog. A coward wouldn’t do that.” To which I would reply, “Um, chyeah, that’s exactly what a coward would do. Type my thoughts up about something in a room by myself with no one here to look me in the eye and contest me.”
Which brings me to point numero 3: I’m trying to be more confrontational (in the completely healthy sense).
I’ve too often let my feelings about a situation boil under the surface and never ever tell the other person, until I just drift away from that person and situation with bitter, resentful feelings. And I’m thinking that’s not so smart. So I’m trying to learn to, respectfully, go to people when I think an issue is worth discussing.
Which brings us to this week, when I actually attempted the above.
And it didn’t go how I wanted. You know, with the other party saying, “Oh, yes, you are 100% right and I’ll make an attempt to rectify that situation immediately.” Actually, I was prepared for more of a “Well, I 40% see your point, and I will consider it.” But, in the end, I felt like I got an “I 100% disagree and will take no action. Period.”
This was all discussed respectfully, but even so, the inner donkey in me started to bray the crap out of the space in between my two ears, y’all. Which brings us to my inner quitter. “Fine!”, I want to say. “Well, then I’m not going to fill-in-the-blank anymore! So take that! *raspberries* ”
Have I mentioned to you guys how rully mature I can be sometimes?
I’m afraid this is one of those weeks when I can identify the plank, but even when I pull it, I just manage to leave splinters behind. What about you guys? Have you been more successful at plank removal than me this week?
Now grab the button for being so brave. ;)