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This is to keep you entertained Ellen 🙂

Yesterday I almost died…I spun my car around on the slick ice that formed on the street, and was staring down on-comming traffic from the lane I was in. This was better than the cross-traffic that just started moving at the light that changed at exactly the wrong time for me to make it through by running it, or to stop on a sheet of ice. So I turned the car sideways, partially cuz it was going that way, partially because I knew spinning like that would stop me faster converting some of the cars forward momentum to rotational momentum. The lady that caught up with me first in a jeep was laughing at me, I know this cuz I was looking right at her by the time I stopped. I pulled the car around, and used the turn lane to get around, and backed right to where I should have been if I would have stopped normally, so no harm, no foul.

I made it to work an hour late. Traffic was a nightmare because of sed sheet of ice that feel all over the place. The freeway was a parking lot. The part of my trip that normally takes about five minutes, took 45. I got through the tunnel thing on 94 at about the time I normally arrive at work. I also almost hit a ford focus, and generally remembered and got better at pumping my breaks to stop with the car under control. I’m a pretty darned good driver, but this kind of weather is worse than snow, and my car no matter how well it is BMW balanced is not cut out for driving on a sheet of ice.

This is how I am going to frame the rest of my day.

At work I was a little jittery when I got there. I screwed up a bunch of stuff, not bad, but still annoyed me that I was making stupid mistakes. I sat through a meeting about what my boss should talk to our suppliers about when he is in Taiwan. I had very little useful input, at least I had some though. Lunch time rolled around, I read my LJ comments, started posting back, realized I was a little pissed about what I was writing about, and shouldn’t have even posed the question in the open if I was still upset about it, so I stopped answering most of the comments…maybe a few here and there, but I detatched myself from it emotionally, or I let the rest of it go in private.

Jeff emailed me this really nice email, almost made me cry at work…the bastard….making me all emotional at work. Said a lot of good stuff. Stuff my wife already thinks about me mostly, stuff that I have no idea how to process. I base so much of my identity in my ability to learn from things (past experience, others experiences, books, school, etc) and my current level of knowledge, and finally my ability to inturpret those things and use them to make informed opinions and decisions…problem solving.

My wife says my gifts aren’t primarily as a problem solver, but as a leader. My pastor says I need to give all that up and just learn how to be loved. The problem is that it is easier for me to love than to be loved, so leading is not a problem, but it will default to me trying to make peoples lives better (problem solving) which isn’t always good leading. And mostly it sets me up for a martyr / savior complex depending on the situation.

Why can’t I feel loved? I don’t know. I wish I knew. I wish I didn’t have to pick a fight every time I wanted an honest assesment of something….cuz I will often get one. I wish I didn’t thrive on conflict. I wish people would see my willingness to challenge everything as an asset, not as an annoyance, or just me being beligerant. I wish that if that last one isn’t how people see me, that I wouldn’t percieve that as how people see me. I wish I didn’t have a fear of not being heard when I say “the way we have always done it is not an acceptable answer.” (I don’t actually ever say that, I just think it a lot and then shut up for fear of being ignored) I wish I felt trusted, all around me I see words fly and actions that don’t match, it might be my intepretation of the actions that makes them not match, but either way I don’t feel trusted.

I think that last bit boils down to responsibility and respect. When I am given responsibility I feel trusted and respected. But that isn’t important because I’m not sure if that is how I feel loved. I don’t want to start leading to feel respected. I want to feel like I can respect myself, or that I can gain my respect from God first.

Well at anyrate, I still feel weird and small. I don’t know what is going to change that.

I wish when I dreamed big, I saw myself in those dreams. I wish I knew what my deepest desire was for myself…like how I fit into my big dreams, since all I can seem to dream big about is laying the foundation for a huge church.

Anyway, that is all for todays session of Ben getting touchy-feely on you, while being dark, brooding and not so mysterious. If you want to read more crap like this go so www.i-suck-at-life.com (don’t really I just made that up to be funny)