I’ve tried to teach the Cool Bros well. When someone does something nice for you, you say Thank you. When someone tells you Thank you, you say You’re welcome. I need to practice what I preach.
A friend posted this on Twitter:
I am guilty beyond measure. When someone thanks me, I’ll spit out a No problem! or a Sure thing! I might even lame out with a You bet! but rarely a simple and appropriate You’re welcome.
I think this condition started because of my band, Six Days From Sunday. We led music at various churches, camps, youth retreats, college retreats, and pet retreats across the country. When leading music, we guided the audience to think about and honor God, not to entertain. The thought of entertaining the crowd was actually a bad thing, that we were distracting people from focusing on God.
It had been over two years since I’d had a long stretch of quiet and rest, when the idea occurred to me.
“You are feeling depleted. Go away for a night!”
I first checked Travelzoo for overnight deals. Nothing good. Somehow I stumbled upon an Episcopal monastery that had a guesthouse. Included in the price were chapel services 5 times a day with chanting monks, along with gourmet meals 3 times a day. Continue reading
It was only 10 in the morning, but our Saturday was already a productive one. Our landlord had just come by with a family who was interested in our apartment. (Yes, we’re moving. Again. For the eighth time in the last 4 years. More on that later.)
Now, I was crowing to Cool Mum that we were going to get SO MUCH done the rest of the day. We’d gather up unwanted clothes to take to Salvation Army. We’d buy packing tape from Target and assemble our moving boxes. Then we’d put stuff into those moving boxes. It was going to be a day of responsible and satisfying work. The Cool Fam hopped in the car to get started. Continue reading