I head off to my silent retreat today. It occurs to me that I don’t know much about the retreat center. It’s in the middle of nowhere in Massachusetts and the registration process didn’t leave much of a paper trail. It may be quite lovely. It may also be the lair of a serial killer. Hard to tell. If you don’t hear from me by Monday, you’ll know which.
Quick update on a couple of microbraveries from yesterday:
- My daughters’ tutoring service teaches math differently than I was taught. In other words, I have no idea how they want her to do subtraction. There, I said it. Admitting that isn’t terribly brave, but going back to her teacher three times to say “I still don’t get it” is fairly embarrassing.
- I accepted a compliment instead of arguing or self-deprecating my way out of it. That may not be brave, but it sure is a healthy change. Why does accepting a compliment feel like pride (in the conceited, Biblical, punishable sense) instead of healthy self-esteem? You can take the girl out of the Catholic Church, but you can’t take the Catholic Church out of the girl. Ok, ok, it’s not fair to blame my religious upbringing for everything. It is satisfying though. Anyway, a compliment is like a little gift and thanking someone for it is just good manners. Period. Yesterday, I smiled, said thank you and moved on.
This will be the last you (or anyone else) will hear from me until after the retreat. I’ll be sure to share all the details with you next week. That is, if I’m not locked in someone’s basement.