"I can't do anything." Oh Lord, do I know THAT feeling! I stuck it out in college, actually accruing a reasonable GPA, but deep (or not so deep) inside, I knew it: I couldn't do anything other than fool people who knew me into believing that I could. My recourse was scarcely crochet: it was years of ruinous alcoholic drinking. When I got into recovery– decades ago,thankfully– one thing my 12-step elders told me was that I needed to accept that what I was... well, it was what I was. Reconciled to that at length, slowly but surely I got out of the morass of self-contempt. Though my initial reaction to any challenger or even minor obligation remains, "Me? I can't do that! Don't they know?" But I'm happy to report that, aware of where that feeling comes from, I can shoo it out of my brain almost right away. Great essay!
Great essay!
Wow, how did you end up in Cambodia?
"I can't do anything." Oh Lord, do I know THAT feeling! I stuck it out in college, actually accruing a reasonable GPA, but deep (or not so deep) inside, I knew it: I couldn't do anything other than fool people who knew me into believing that I could. My recourse was scarcely crochet: it was years of ruinous alcoholic drinking. When I got into recovery– decades ago,thankfully– one thing my 12-step elders told me was that I needed to accept that what I was... well, it was what I was. Reconciled to that at length, slowly but surely I got out of the morass of self-contempt. Though my initial reaction to any challenger or even minor obligation remains, "Me? I can't do that! Don't they know?" But I'm happy to report that, aware of where that feeling comes from, I can shoo it out of my brain almost right away. Great essay!