Well, I've been putting this off - to the extent that I spent my free time this afternoon collating all my posts about marriage under that tab up there at the top, instead of writing a new post. But now it is time to announce that I have once again not been chosen for the cast of our local Listen To Your Mother. I did merit my very own rejection letter this year (a REALLY NICE one), instead of the group email. That's progress, right?
So I spent Saturday resigning myself to my rejectee status, reminding myself that it's not a big deal and that going on stage isn't really a good idea for me, anyway. I was successful to the point of being able to look at the LTYM cast member announcement (you know, the one without my name in it) on Sunday. "I'm mature," I told myself. "I can handle it." And I was doing pretty well, until I realized that I knew, personally, one of the Chosen. Oh, not very well, but we have a lot of mutual friends/acquaintances in the local homeschooling community and once, years ago, I manned a Girl Scout cookie booth with her husband. That sort of thing.
I have no idea why my knowing her should have made any difference, but my maturity immediately exited the room, leaving me to scroll through her blog and fume, "I'm funny. But she's meaningful. I KNEW they wanted meaningful. I KNEW IT."
So, yeah, not my finest moment(s). I'm over it and back to being my somewhat mature self, but tell me - does anyone ever really grow up? I mean, like, completely? Because I'm thinking that I still have quite a ways to go.
[Poison Envy image: Cliche Busters]