precious

My daughter Molly has kept an excellent blog over the course of maybe the last year and a half or two years. I feel shy every time I start to say anything.
That reminds me of a story by Dennis Miller, the old Saturday Night Life comedian, currently and still a very popular stand-up comedian, and radio talk show host. He was saying, a propos of what, I cannot remember, that he has developed a phobia about calling people, to chat them up as he might say, or arrange a meeting for lunch, or whatever. He remarked about this tendency: “that is precious of me”. He said the word ‘precious’ in a way that indicated he was not pleased with this tendency, like he was using this ‘phobia’ as an excuse for not doing what he was quite capable of doing. It is interesting how much easier it is to understand what he originally said than to try to repeat his idea.
So I might say, it is precious of me to feel shy about this blog when I am perfectly capable of not feeling embarrassment at other times when I want to write about something. So, as people like saying today: get over it!