Old Habits Die Hard.
I have learned that, if I want to forgive and be patient WITH OTHERS, that I must FIRST be willing to be patient and forgive MYSELF.
Reads easy, works hard, especially in the wake of technology, MY WEAK SUIT. Mind you, I am married to a computer engineer, and I have two sons, both flourishing in the computer industry, sooooo. . . . .
Prouding proclaiming that I know how to CUT AND PASTE does not cut much mustard in my family OR my crowd (pardon the pun.) I am the last of my friends (well okay not the last, but close) to navigate freely through cyberspace. So I have to forgive those who dove in and eagerly acquired NEW KNOWLEDGE, NEW SKILLS while I steadfastly stuck to pencil and paper. As a result, I have caved under the weight of POST-IT NOTES, while my friends race ahead of me in the cyberspace lane. That would be the new FAST LANE.
My friend in Latvia comes to mind. Though she is my age, I swear she was born with a computer in her tiny new-born hand, and pondered how to CUT AND PASTE as the doctor CUT THE CORD. She has successfully authored two blogs, written articles and won awards through the internet, digitally photographed her adventures (and bravely, her misadventures) while most people were still on hold with technical assistance.
Then there's my friend in Arizona who CUT A DEAL for a Jaguar on the internet. Arranged for it to be inspected and shipped clear across the country, at a tiddy savings, all ON THE WEB. You heard me right. Humbled by my own inability to cut a car deal with ANYONE, I was pretty sure these two would not jump up and down at my tiny computer victory.
Yearning to share with SOMEONE, I turned to my Australian Shepherd, Gunther, to share my newfound knowledge of how to CUT AND PASTE. He always listens. He cocked his head, smiled as his lower lip quivered, and MY lower lip quivered as I knew that my dog, closer than a brother,
GOT my success.
But WAIT! He leapt out of the room, returned with his red ball, dropped it at my feet and barked.
My heart sank. With a sigh of resignation, I picked up the ball. "No Gunther, not CUT AND CHASE!
CUT AND PASTE!
Well okay--chocolate sundaes to celebrate anyone?
