I don't know about you but when I'm a bit tired and low I turn in on myself and head on the downward 'you're just rubbish anyway' trail. I'd reached the 'nothing you do is any good' point yesterday while cleaning when I stopped for a cup of tea and a quick glance at my emails.
There was one there with the Subject 'Your stories!!'. I didn't recognise the name in the From column so opened it tentatively, expecting a spam-type mail. It turned out to be from a lady called Sandra who had read my stories on The bits that are too long, liked them and wanted to use one in her blog post for today.
A timely coincidence? Or reassurance from a loving God?
If it's coincidence, it's odd how timely these coincidences are.
11 comments:
I really must make an effort and read your stories.
I suffer from the reluctance that must stop people reading my novel.
It doesn't matter how much I make it available, nobody bites.
I will try. I know the answer to that is 'Oh, don't force yourself...'
I also suffer from years of writers' groups which I learned to loathe with a passion.
It's a shame you are feeling low, but yes, isn't it funny sometimes how these things seem to come at just the right time :)
Nothing wrong with feeling rubbish occasionally. Rubbish can often be more interesting than the stuff we want to keep.
Sorry you are feeling low, hope you feel a brighter soon.
Amanda
xx
Oh cheer up for goodness sake! Nothing worse than a depressed Christian. Nothing nice ever happens to me.
Oh, that was a nice thing to have land in your inbox, wasn't it?
I'm glad you found some reassurance in it. I have those days myself, and there's little anyone can do to convince me I'm not a waste of space. But eventually I do kind of get over it.
I must go check out that site.
I spend too much of my time in the "you're rubbish" part of my brain. Best thing is a compliment for me...
"Nice shirt" a female colleague said to me. My head then went in the following spiral
Is she being sacastic? Is she commenting that really I look like a sack of shit normally in the office. My problem is that I have a crap dress sense and no decent clothes... etc.
I get these thoughts about 4am. They go something like, "how can you even think of helping others when your own life is such a mess, etc, etc etc.....yawn."
Glad you are over the blues.
You're right, no coincidence. It is part of being loved.
You're right, no coincidence. It is part of being loved.
Aileni, I went to the locl writers cirle once and it was so hideous I never went again.
Suburbia, hope you're not struggling too much at the moment.
Nick, yes, rubbish can sometimes lead to worthwhile experiences.
Much better now, amanda. xx
If I could do one of those smiley faces but with a tongue sticking out that's what i'd do to you, mutley!
Jay, Furtheron, Hulla, maybe we should start a Facebook group for anyone who's ever felt rubbish!
Kim, welcome, and you're right.
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