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If you are smart, and I mean really sharp you may be able to read me like a book. If that is the case, then there is no need for you to read any further.
For those of you whom feel your intelligence may be inoperative for the moment, then it’s my pleasure to welcome you to….me.
Just as we all believe there is more to us than others may ever see, I feel the exact same way as you. That may be the only thing we have in common. There is way more to me than any words or pictures could ever explain me. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t do me justice.
Nor does it achieve validity to you.
So sometimes little is more in some cases.
Maybe your case? Maybe mine?
More has always been profound with me. It just seems to work. (I'm not sure where I was going with what I just wrote and what you just read, but anyway lol)
Disappointment came to me early this summer one Sunday morning after a tennis match with my divine husband.
I’m not great at anything, but I’m good at a lot of things.
Well I’m still lost in thought over that.
I’m certain there is something I’m great at. Right? Have I been told that I’m great too often and those words used on me too freely? Now that I think about it, I have been told I was good way more than told I was great. Oops! Sorry to myself for going 29 years thinking I was great!
I’m only good.
A sad moment right here.
Hold on while sob, hysterically!
Okay, I’m done sobbing.
What a big difference those two words insinuate. Good and Great.
You want to grasp how I felt on that Sunday?….okay….let’s say I sent you a card in the mail. Real mail. Not email. Huge difference between those two as well but we’ll get into that later…if I remember.
So you get a card from me and you open it with excitement to find these words….
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Dear (your name here)
Hi Love. How are things going? Just wanted to send you a card to tell you that you are GOOD not GREAT. Have a superb day!
Love Always,
The one who sees you as good not great!
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Let’s evaluate what really happened here.
I went to play tennis with my husband. You see, the thing is I went into it having no doubt that I would win. I was convinced that my skills were greater than his. I would walk away a winner.
Plus I had a few extra days of practice on the court while he was at work.
Sunday arrives and trying to beat the heat we arise out of bed early. The court awaited us. We played, and played hard. He even gave me tips. Yep, that’s right. Not the don’t eat yellow snow kind either.
Are you kidding me? He is giving me tips? I was supposed to leave him flabbergasted during this sweet husband and wife tennis match by winning! And there he is being so calm, willing, and very eager to share tennis tips with me. What?
“If you want the ball to go this way, hold your racket like this” he would advise me.
My mind raced.
“Play harder Ki!” I told myself over and over as I lowered my body into a squatting position.
The ball would pass right by me every time. Sometimes he hit the ball so well I didn’t even see him hit it. So I lost.
And I lost bad.
Bad I tell you.
He seen my frustration as I walked in circles breathing and beating myself up.
God forgive me, he heard that frustration as well. I started using words like, damnit, What the hell? I don’t even like playing f-ing tennis. Its funny how I lose and suddenly I don’t like it.
So my darling husband came up to me with smiles.
“It’s just a game.”
“Yeah, but I get so f-ing tired of loosing at everything in life” I whined with anger.
“You’re are good at a lot of things Ki, you really are.” He rubbed small circles on my drenched back then continued with this, “You’re just not great at them”
Well, hell that didn’t make me feel any better. lol
I prayed for an honest husband, and I got one!
Once again this is an example of me wanting to be number one. Not just for me being number one, but for him to look at me with those eyes and them be saying “wow, my wife is…good..no she is great!” Getting his approval.
“I’ll show you great, get your butt in the truck and lets go home and let's make love.” and I knew at that moment, he would never tell me I wasn’t great at that or he’d be cut off for the rest of our marriage.
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Posted by Writer on 2008-09-16 10:45:19 | Rating: | Views: 56
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Haha I loved this post!! Honesty is definitely a wonderful thing, even if it's something we maybe didn't want to hear! Hope you have a wonderful Tuesday :)
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Posted by brlracincwgrl
on 2008-09-16 10:59:21
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