saying a lot without saying anything

or penni's pride is taking a brutal beating.

first know this: it takes a lot of prayer and decision-making before i sign on to do anything. i carefully consider saying *yes* but when i do, it's a big ole swan dive into the pool, head-first.

i said yes to a certain writing project, had a lot of apprehensions, decided to go for it, but instead of telling me my article didn't make the cut, i found out the hard way on the day this something was to be in print and found out, to my chagrin, it was not. the email came late explaining why (just didn't *work* for their project). i felt wounded.

i say *yes* i will run for parish council. make the decision to not teach 8th grade religious ed and not only told the guy who was spearheading the nominees i'd do it, sent him the short biographical email.

decided tonight we'd attend a council meeting to see how things are run...at the end of the meeting, new business was announced and guess who's name is not on the list?

**deflating balloon**

so it looks like an oversight, but what was read at council stands (meetings are only once/month) and elections are the weekened of the 23rd/24th of april. penni's yet another observer.

i know this sounds ridiculous and chances are overwhelmingly good that i will come back and delete this post, but whatever - i am transparent enough other times, you might as well see me when i am feeling wounded after the second proverbial belly-flop in a matter of days.

i hate whiny threads and this certainly qualifies as whiny but if not here, then the agg will be taken out elsewhere (read: innocent family members) so it stands as written.

so be it.