Many a friend has chastised me for my commitment to facts. What is so wrong with estimating the price of a sale item at $4.57? What if I didn't remember EXACTLY how much it was, but I remember it was at least 5 cents more than $4.50? Why can't $4.57 be an acceptable approximation? It is, after all, an approximation for me, since I'm not CERTAIN of the price I paid.
Well, this post is dedicated to those who have tried to get me to accept exaggerations here and there, approximate to the nearest dollar, or tell a story without correcting myself a hundred times (well, more like 5-10) and getting lost in the details. You know who you are.
The anxiety is welling up from within me, threatening to choke me with its grip. It came on like a monsoon in rainy season. One moment, it is sunny and tranquil. In an instant the sky is gray and the clouds are saturated, ready to burst. Then it hits: a torrent of worry and apprehension. Where did it come from? What happened to my tranquility I was enjoying just moments before?
Well this entry took a different route that I had expected. The idea of telling a story with less than absolute accuracy was more than I could handle (hence the anxiety). It is something I will have to work up to. For now, This will have to do.
2 comments:
Stephanie- Praying for you!
The anxiety is welling up from within me, threatening to choke me with its grip.
Stephanie I can relate to this sentence. It seems like everything is o.k. one moment and then later it changes. It is like the clouds in the sky - ready to rain and then ready to clear up. Hang in there.
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