Life is sometimes paradoxical.
Parodoxical in the sense of exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects.
Or maybe it is just me who exhibits these contradictory aspects.
I wrote a bit about this in a post last year, the irony of blogging.
And in the comments of a recent post ~ I write something, and it inadvertantly sounds like I have it all together. Which, as anyone who knows me can attest, I don't ...Then, I usually find something happens that proves my writing wrong, anyway.I write about learning all the time - the kids then veg out. I write about helping others - then think something uncharitable. I write about happy marriage then argue with dh.It is the paradox of blogging - one writes and then the converse happens, the converse of that of which you have written...I got off the computer yesterday, after writing of self gift, and had a fit over a child's grumpiness and complaining - we had a big argument. Totally not giving of self.
Another paradox I exhibit? In the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I admit to swearing more often than I should. I listen to counsel. Only to have trouble opening the door on my way out and saying Oh sh** under my breath.
I was reading about Dorothy Day and the Catholic Workers Movement. Apparently some of her life and actions have been considered paradoxical .
Dorothy Day died in 1980, at the age of 83. She was one of the greatest religious figures of the century, and one of the most paradoxical. She was a Catholic and she was an anarchist. She condemned poverty and she advocated it. She founded the Catholic Worker, a loose aggregation of ''houses of hospitality,'' communal farms, newspapers and round-table discussions for ''further clarification of thought'' -- and called her memoirs ''The Long Loneliness.'' The movement was wary of authority, yet revered her as its leader. She humbled herself before God and sat for a portrait by Richard Avedon.
''Don't call me a saint -- I don't want to be dismissed that easily,'' she once said, to no avail. A year ago, to mark what would have been her 100th birthday (today would have been her 101st), John Cardinal O'Connor of New York, a lifelong admirer, announced that he would take up the cause for her canonization. ''If anybody in our time can be called a saint, she can,'' he said. It was an honor, and it was another paradox. The Patron Saint of Paradox ~ The New York Times