I suppose now that I have internet access my sabbatical from blogdom cannot continue. The up side is that people have probably totally given up on me ever making an update and I've lost all my blog readers. This means that it really doesn't matter whether I update or not.
I love freedom from pressure to perform.
And yet having pressure to perform and actually performing is a very fulfilling activity. The difficulty comes from having the option of failure. Failure is very deflating to self-esteem, and since our primary purpose is to maintain healthy self-esteem, it's hard to face failure.
Failure is an interesting concept to contemplate when I've stayed up past my bedtime. So much of what we term "failure" is socially constructed. However, failure as a sinner defines my very existence as a human bean. Makes me wonder if we could still practice cultural failure if sin didn't exist. I suppose any sense of failure flies in the face of perfection. But maybe our concept of perfection is marred as well.
Did I say something about bedtime?
3 comments:
yay--you're back!! we need to catch up and soon!! i miss you!
its juli by the way
how can we know this is really julie
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