God, the Imaginary Critics, and the Rest of My Story

smgianotti@me.com  —  November 8, 2016

Last week I posted about the imaginary critics and how, thanks to them, I found myself shelling out my hard earned cash for a subscription to Eharmony.com. And it was all true, but it was only part of the story. God, as he likes to do, had his hand in the mix too. Thankfully, while I was spiting the world and spending my money to prove the imaginary critics wrong, God wasn’t critiquing my lack of faith or my failure to ask his opinion before I signed-up for online dating again. Instead, he was concocting a new dose of grace.  


About a month into my Eharmony subscription I met a man who has turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to me. A man who, when reading my article on the imaginary critics, pointed out how I failed to mention the end of the story, the part about meeting the love of my life.


This is one of the challenges of being a writer. You pick out one aspect of life and hold it under the microscope to get a really good look at it, to try to crack it open and see why exactly you let things like imaginary critics influence you. You can’t always tell the whole story, it would distract from the point you’re trying to make. I told this to my man, Jay-Michael from Colorado, but I’m not sure I convinced him. 


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Over this past week, though, it did seemed like I ought to tell you the other half of the story, if only for practical reasons. Since meeting Jay-Michael, the days have unravelled into a wonderful mess of months in which I find that having a love life is rather unproductive. My perfectly manicured schedule, with just enough time to see a day’s worth of patients at the office, finish my eschatology homework, and go for a run, has gotten all hob-jobbled by late night conversations, daydreaming, and spending more time than I like to admit looking at pictures of our last weekend together


All this falling in love is seriously cramping my productivity in a rather wonderful and annoying way. My schedule, B.J.M. (before Jay-Michael), was already maxed to the limit with barely enough time for keeping up my blog, and every week I feel just certain that I won’t be able to finish a post in time.  


So, instead of stressing myself over it, I decided to  let you in on my secret and warn you that, any week now, you might wake up Tuesday morning and not find a blog from me in your inbox. If that occurs (and you happen to notice), know that I’m enjoying the changes God has brought my way and trying to balance my shifting priorities.  


All the best in the mean time, and any prayers for my relationship with Jay-Michael are more than welcome.  

12 responses to God, the Imaginary Critics, and the Rest of My Story

  1. Cool to see the lord working Shannon! Will be praying for you guys and hope to meet him one day soon 🙂

  2. I remember when I met Don I was like, “how do people get any work done???” and then I also would think about this SUPER cheesy song from the nineties: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mCctLhD8iQ

  3. Love you Shannon! I remember you often & wonder how you are doing! i love reading your blog, but I’m so happy for you! 🙂

  4. Shannon, it is so nice to hear that you are happy! Your writing is beautiful. Keep it up some other way if you quit your blog.

  5. Jennifer Callaway November 8, 2016 at 12:14 pm

    Awesome! Looking forward to many unwritten posts;-).

  6. so happy for you!