Book Shame

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Beloved reader,

 

I’d love to frame it as “I am figuring out how to do things right,” but that doesn’t feel authentic.

 

I can’t frame it like that.

Because I’m doing something wrong.

I’m messing up.

It’s obvious.

 

 

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Meditation and life have taught me not to believe every thought I have.

 

So, maybe it’s not true?

Maybe the Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel not being available for you to order is not my fault?

 

That’s really hard to believe.

I mean, who else is there to blame?

 

 

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Yesterday, I saw the following in an old text thread with a friend:

 

 

—Thu, Jan 25 at 5:20PM—

 In unrelated news: I finished my book manuscript today. 

 

That was the start of this calendar year!

Surely you’d have read the book by now.

 

 

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But, other than not estimating publication time well, I’m not doing anything wrong.

 

It’s not a character flaw.

 

Hardly something to beat myself up about.

 

 

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On page 5 of the book you will see this:

 

     Shame = 
 

     S.hould 

     H.ave 

     A.lready 

     M.astered 

     E.verything.

 

 

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Time to be compassionate to myself.

Again.

 

You’ll hopefully get the book in July.

 

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