A sob story in 3 parts

I wrote this to my newsletter subscribers in January: 

If you don't want to receive these emails, do not hesitate to unsubscribe. I unsubscribe regularly from content that served me at one point, but doesn't at the moment. I take no personal offense {expect for that time my Dad unsubscribed from my list with the reason being "spammy content." Really Dad?}. On the other hand, if you like these emails, read on for some coachy musings and if you think someone else could benefit, hit the button below and spread the love.

Then in February, I had this to add:

Remember last month when I told you that my Dad unsubscribed from my email list with the reason being "spammy content?"

Well, this month I started posting on facebook for the first time and guess who is my biggest fan? My Dad.

To be honest, I'm so new at facebook that my Dad is practically my only fan, but what a fan he is. That man loves and shares everything I do and now even his friends are loving and sharing it too.

This tells me two things: 1) my Dad did not purposely unsubscribe from my email list - he probably doesn't even know how to; and 2) there are a million stories we can tell ourselves about any given situation and WE SO OFTEN TELL OURSELVES A PAINFUL STORY.  

Let's stop doing that y'all.

And, because this story was too good to put down, too riveting to look away from, too juicy for its glass, a couple weeks later, I have this to say:

Guess who has an update on the my-dad-tagged-my-emails-as-spammy-content story? Me! If you are new here, I'll catch you up real quick.

A few months ago, my Dad unsubscribed from my email list with the reason being "spammy content." I took it as a personal affront - naturally. 

Since I started posting on facebook last month, he has been showing up as, hands down, my biggest fan. As you can imagine, that really put a damper on my pity party.

Last week I called him on my way home from the office to chat and he went off on how proud he was of me and how he loves seeing what I'm doing and he loves everything I'm talking about, and what I do for a living.

So, I couldn't help telling him the saga. My saga. The thing I made into a saga - that was definitely not a saga.

His response: "I don't even know how to mark something as spam."

Do I need to insert some deep life lesson here? Probals not. It's pretty obvious. Now excuse me while I go dig up some other place in my life where I can play my mini violin to myself. 🎻