CRANKY LADY BREAKING A PROMISE

ARE YOU A PROMISE KEEPER? WHAT ABOUT WHEN IT IS A PROMISE  TO OTHERS?  OR WHEN  YOU MAKE TO YOURSELF?  WHAT ABOUT A DOUBLE WHAMMY, PROBLEMS TO OTHERS AND YOURSELF?  GOOD IF YOU ARE A KEEPER.  NOT ALONE IF YOU ARE A PROMISE BREAKER.  YOU ARE IN THIS CRANKY OLD LADY’S CORNER.

I am breaking my promise to my readers.  Probably, I am the only one to remember this.  But maybe a month or so ago I heeded the advice of the blogging gurus–well that is what the Word Press people claim to be.   I DO crank about them, but that is just a  mother hen who loves her chicks, but thinks too much praise will go to their young heads, I don’t want WP’s gang to pop their corks.   Any one over 65 knows “Do not praise”  was the motto of  those parents who had not yet met Spock–the parenting guru,  not the one with pointy ears.

Another motto of the pre-Star Wars era was “A promise made is a promise kept.”  Our parents made few promises, but generally could be relied on to keep them.  During our  Bi-polar parenting  period (when my husband and I traded corporate life for stay at home parenthood and foster parenthood), most of the kids placed with us were victims of far too many broken promises.  Many were children of divorce.  What happened to promises to love and stay together until death parted you?

Then there was the unspoken promise to love one’s child unconditionally.  Those were the big two, but each came attached with a thousand little ones, “I’ll do it later.”  “I’ll call.”  “I’m coming to visit.” “I’m going to buy you that dress.”  “I’m going to take you to the ball game.” “I’ll be at the play you are starring in.
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So I learned to say, “Promises are only hopes.  Parents want to do the right thing, but life often gets in the way”   Might have been better to share my true feelings, but I learned early defending parents as doing their best was safest.   The one time Cranky Foster Father  got fed up and took a few pot shots at parents,  mayhem  followed.  I  think part of every child’s ethic is I can whine and complain and curse my parents, but if you try it I’ll cut your windpipe. Works for me.

As usual, I digress.  So I promised all of you I would post on the following schedule: Mondays–From the Downhill Sloop; Tuesdays–Free EFT stuff; Wednesday–Shrinks Think, Thursday–Power Leading; Friday–Thinking About What Matters.  Plus a Be With Beauty every weekday and if the Daily Post Challenge sparked something I’d post that also.  Lasted almost three weeks.  Reminded me that even though I preach SMART goal setting, one of  the reasons I get cranky is I set impossible goals for myself.

My absolutely most abided by rule about setting goals remains.  “If the goal is not met; the wrong goal has been set.”

So I am resetting my posting goal.  I will do what I can to meet the schedule, but I am cranky, not a miracle worker and it is clear, I’d rather post haphazardly what interests me most. Holding to a set schedule just doesn’t fit with my age and stage and old brain. Moreover, blogging is priority number three.  First the grands and all other family, second finishing my novel, then blogging.  The absolute truth is that writing my blog takes priority over reading your blog and commenting.    Sorry fellow bloggers  and Word Press Gurus–you are not even  seconds.

May  follow the model of the Laughing Housewife regarding missed posts.  She fails when it came to the Daily Post Challenge.  She posts everyday, sometimes twice or three times a day, but–and a big but–she doesn’t follow the prompts except for a humorous recap every once in a while.

Cranky Old Lady’s newest promise:  Not to make promises to read, comment, or like as I have been trying to do.  I am in total awe of those who have a full time job, are raising children, post wonderfully written and beautifully illustrated blog posts and manage to like and comment with great regularity on my feeble attempts.  Makes me not just crank that I cannot do the same, but also casts a pea green envy hue over my face and that makes me Cranky Old Man crankier.

My apologies but reading and trying to comment has meant no work on novel for almost two weeks.  Not good if I plan to E-Publish it by my 75th birtday which arrives with the Spring Solstice.

Final WP crank: Note to Word Press.  A like button that could be done when you read a blog in Email would be useful and yes I know that might screw statistics, but it might get enough likes to compensate. Facebook like lets my friends know I am thinking of them.

Forgive me all as I forgive all.  That is a promise I keep for those I know personally.  Not for Hitler and other despots. End of Crank.

Agree or disagree, comments are always welcomed.

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