My Confession: The Times I Have To Roll With It

I admit it. I like things to always go my way. I plan, work, and develop successful strategies. I try to modify based on input and assistance from those around me. But, I don’t care to be autocratic. Rather, I enjoy the exchange of ideas that foster the greatest chance of success. So, even though I like things to go my way, I want to honor ideas and strategies that can help do things in a better way. To say it a better way, I don’t have to think of it but I have to execute it. I do have to sell it. So, work with me on it.

I have little tolerance for an unwillingness to talk out a plan or an idea. If I can see an issue that can be solved, I’d like to discuss it. Let’s not run from it, let’s name it and deal with it.

I don’t like drama in a situation. I have a low tolerance for drama. Drama is about stealing the scene or being the center of attention. Don’t need it. Don’t want it. It doesn’t help. It only stirs up emotions that usually aren’t helpful. Therefore, don’t manufacture it for use here. Save the drama for your momma.

Lastly, if you make a mistake, own it. Everyone makes them, especially me. Don’t say you can’t or won’t fix it. Don’t pass it off to someone else. Apologize, ask for forgiveness, talk with me reasonably and calmly and develop a plan for success. Then, move on with it . . . and work to make sure that it doesn’t happen again.

Good words for my morning, my week, and my life. Why start with a confession and rant?

This morning, I had a roll with it moment, at the end of a roll with it week. And, the roll with it moment for today was pretty good. Good strategies talked through carefully will resolve an issue in a few minutes. Currently, I’m sitting in an accidentally discovered downtown eatery enjoying perhaps the best plate of huevos rancheros I’ve ever had in my life, spending time with my son and waiting for him to finish a Navy exam, quietly offering praise for friends, family, and work, and giving thanks for the challenges God has given me. That’s right — giving thanks for the opportunities to grow and learn with my God.

Rolling with it . . . and some huevos rancheros. Man, Irma’s Southwest Grill across from Minute Maid Ballpark in Houston could broker Mideast peace with their food . . . even with pork fat.

God is good all the time. Come Sunday and worship the Holy with me.


Published by Matt

Creative Arts developer, planner, husband, and father. I direct choirs, make graphic art, and film, photograph and work daily to foster an experience with the Holy.

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