Back story. My sister isn’t exactly brainless. A Fulbright recipient back in the day, Dawn is a Latin teacher who has studied with the Vatican’s premier Latinist. She reads and speaks this not-at-all-dead-to-her language fluently (no, really, she does). My sister is what you’d call fond of words. Ya know, like a kitten is of yarn.
So here’s the story.
One Saturday morning, I called my sister Dawn frustrated by my lengthy to-do list. She encouraged me, saying all the right things to motivate me to action. By the time we touched base that afternoon, we had both accomplished a lot; we applauded ourselves for our productivity. Sunday night, though, I received a text from her. The conversation went like this.
Dawn: And now the nadir of my week belies the euphoria bordering on confidence that I displayed Saturday morning. Sigh.
Me: Hate it when that happens.
(Few moments pass with no response.)
Me: So, Jay and I are trying to figure out: is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Dawn: The confusion it elicited is part of the point. Sunday night: it's a paradox.
(So, bad thing. Right?)
Aileen Mitchell Lawrimore is a mother x 3, wife x 28 (years not men), minister, speaker, writer, retreat leader, and lover of beagles and books. She has a lot to say.
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