As I prepare to write this, I am fantasizing about rocking the fetal position under my desk, or perhaps taking a sick day and hiding under soft covers instead. I live in a rather ironic balancing act between being an extreme introvert and yet being passionately called to roles that put me in front of
I am slowly examining my relationship with perfectionism. What brought this issue to the forefront? First: I have children. Cleaning my house, washing finger prints (or paint or marker) off the walls is futile. The floors are never clean. I have a dog. Ditto the above, minus perhaps a little paint but throw in a decent
At this point in my life, when the “reminders” come they don’t take my breath or presence of mind like they once did. I automatically look around whatever room I’m in and notice who I am with. I pay attention to the sights, sounds, smells and breathe deeply. After a couple of decades of practice, keeping myself “here
I made a mistake at my job. It’s true. I admit it. I was busy and running around trying to meet deadlines and my etiquette got sloppy. I made a mistake. Making mistakes for me is not unusual, but making them in a way that they have an impact before I can catch them and
We’ve all heard the theory that we judge in others what we loathe in ourselves. In kinder words, “We find our judgment where we are vulnerable to shame (Brene Brown).” I believe we can’t have honest conversations about non-judgment without also talking about what shames us. Knowing what our own shame triggers are, we can do something about it. As
This morning, the fates were with me to finally get in that “nice”, long run I’ve been trying to schedule. Between my life and mother nature, it’s been tough. But not today! The kids are at Gran’mama’s. I am off from work. The snow hasn’t started (that would change the second the door closed behind me).