I Will Not Share Good News… I Will Not Share….
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
I close my eyes tightly and will everything to go away as I chant. I will not share good news…I will not share good news…I will not share good news….
In the past 24 hours, I’ve heard from two old friends I hadn’t heard from much in the past year. I don’t really include them as friends any longer but they’re still colleagues and I have to deal with them on a professional basis ever so often. Both called me for work-related reasons, quickly dispensed with the discussion of statutes and regulations, and then asked the inevitable.
“So what ever happened about your problem with ?”
Hmmm, okay. Ironic that they’re calling now, but something did happen concerning my problem about . Something good. I’d prefer to keep the conversation on more of a professional level but they push and push and part of me just wants to say that see, I wasn’t an idiot for the way I dealt with .
I hem and haw. I’m not really sure I want to share the great stuff or explain why or how I’ve resolved my problem with . I’m still thinking through it, not quite believing it, just settling into the goodness of it. But a little self-validation of my decisions seems in order.
After repeated “So what’s going on?” I finally give just a little of the good news. Not full blast. Not the history. Just in a nutshell where things stand and the decisions I’ve made.
The conversation played out almost the same with both friends, 24 hours apart, 1000 miles apart, a year since our last discussion of anything remotely related to my problem with . I delivered a hopeful but some- what watered down version of my good news.
The first friend: “Well, that won’t last very long. Just wait until you fall off your pedestal. The people who ad- mire you now will be gone faster than you can blink an eye and you’ll be all alone.”
The second friend: “Well, that won’t last very long. I was in a situation like that once and I tried the resolve it just like you are now and it was frigging miserable. You’re just going to end up hurt and angry like I did.”
The funny thing is, I’ve avoided both people for much of the past year because they were always asking about my concerns about and I didn’t want to hear their snide remarks when things were problematic for me. Now that things are excellent in this area, I don’t want their wet blankets. Why do some people have the need to
call your hopes into the light just so they can take shots at them?
I will not share good news…I will not share good news….