Okay, pull self together. Sit up straight. Readjust position on chair and ... eat a stray Opal Fruit/Starburst that happens to be on my desk. No I won't because my teeth still taste minty.
I seem to have lose my way with writing and promoting. This is why I will never be a best seller. (I like to believe this. Preferable to thinking I'm rubbish. Which reminds of the pin I saw on pinterest just now and which I cannot find again. It said something along the lines of treating yourself as you treat others. Maybe I'll try that for a change.)
On similar lines an article in a Christian magazine grabbed my attention the other day. I should say that I don't usually read Christian mags - or any other except when at the dentist - but this was thrust into my hands and it would have been rude to refuse it. As it turned out there were several interesting articles in it including one by Jeff Lucas.
Many years ago the church I was in underwent a very painful split. It happened that Jeff Lucas had been booked to speak and because his diary was filled up years in advance it wasn't really possible to change the date so he came along and spoke to a very small miserable audience. And he was brilliant; made me cry with laughter. Such a relief and a tonic when we had very little about which to laugh.
Anyway, his article was about how much harder we are on ourselves than on others.
We can develop the feeling that Jesus loves the world, broadly, but not necessarily us, personally. We can be gifted at counting ourselves out when it comes to blessing but in when judgement is sounded.
He goes on to say:
But the good news of the cross and resurrection is for those who often feel like they're on the outside, looking in.
Now that is good news. My article in The Bay next month will be on a similar topic, all about outcasts.
Now I can throw out this magazine that I've been keeping waiting for me to write this post thus doing one of the things suggested by this pin. (I hope you can read it. Whether I do any more is anybody's guess.)
Postscript
Husband resolved my wishy-washyness by summoning me to be assistant lumberjack.
8 comments:
Assistant lumberjack?!
Yes! All of this. The writing, the self-flagellation, 60 things I need to throw out. All except the lumberjack thing.
An excellent list of things to throw out. Need this on my wall to remind me.
Husband is a wannabe, Debra, and will cut down any tree he can convince me is dead. Or in the wrong place. Or he just doesn't like.
It wasn't the usual lumberjack thing, Mary. It just involved holding branches while he chain-sawed them.
Yes, I should print it out too, Anne.
Hi Liz, have you considered Amazon AMS to promote your book with paid ads on the Amazon website? Starts from a dollar or two a day. I recommend the short video course on the Kindlepreneur website to teach you what to do.
Liz:
I do believe there is significant truth in the idea that many of us are far, far harder on ourselves than we should be. I know that I easily fall into that mindset.
Assistant lumberjack sounds sort of fun. :)
PipeTobacco
I fondly remember the Monty Python Lumberjack sketch ;-
"He cuts down trees, he wears high heels?
Suspendies and a bra?...."
I decided to read right through the list, in case I missed the one tip that would transform the flat but I'm not sure I've got a decade or two left …
I'll have a cup of tea instead.
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