Masterpieces!
All too often when I’ve done something I feel absolutely great about, I find out it wasn’t so great after all. It may even have been deadly. The good feeling was pumped-up ego, not reality, not even relative reality.
Pride came after the event and before the fall. I suppose it’s better just never to feel smug. Not ever. Never ever.
Sometimes I’ve written an email, and I think: This is a masterpiece!
That’s when I’m like Jack Horner who sits in a corner, pulling out a plum, and saying: What a good boy am I!
More often than not, my marvelous email turns out to be schmoopy (that’s my daughter’s word). I think it means overblown. I think it means I get carried away in my own rhetoric rather than on what I could better have applied myself to. Speak of embarrassing. If I could erase that email from the inbox of the person I sent it to, I would. I would gratefully.
And it’s not that I’ve done it once or I’ve done it twice. I do it all the time!
As I write my masterpiece, I love myself and every word I write, and I send my masterpiece off, and, oh, I am so puffed up with great pride — only to reread it later to be dashed and clutch my heart in agony.
Do you know what I’m talking about?
In regard to this blog, my daughter Lauren has said to me several times: “Ma, don’t get schmoopy.� (That’s my daughter’s word). I think it means overblown. I think it means I get carried way, and, well, too schmoopy.
It’s a fact, however, that I don’t remember from one time to the next. I send off every single blog entry, gleefully, blithely, with great delight, swelled with pride in my own words.
Hmm, William Faulkner referred to the words that he wrote as “my little darlings.” It was hard for him to part with them. Too well I know what he meant.
Therefore, I have decided adamantly on a cure. It’s very simple.
From this day forward, I am not going to read over any of my blog entries published here ever again!
That should prevent my dismay from reoccuring. Do you agree? You don’t have a better idea, do you?
I will continue to read all comments, however, because they are unquestionably the best.
and I LOVE your cure, “From this day forward, I am not going to read over any of my blog entries published here ever again!” And Gloria, schmoopy, duumpy — I don’t care. There are too many in the world who don’t say anything at all for fear of those little Muppet monsters. Treat them all as impostors and Carry On! We love you here and you can do no wrong. Trish
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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