BEING MYSELF
Reflections on truth, desire, kindness, and the freedom to be ourselves.
Why I Keep Avoiding the One Thing I Know I Need to Do
He came into our session this morning carrying something heavy.
For two months, there was a call he needed to make. A fundraising call. The kind that required him to ask — directly, without apology — for something that mattered to him. Every week, the intention was there. Every week, the phone stayed in his pocket. He'd told himself he would do it. He hadn't. And somewhere in that gap, a story had taken root — one that said something about who he was.
He used the word loser.
She Already Knew
She sat across from me, hands folded in her lap, and told me about her boss.
He was angry. He was unprofessional. She had a long list of evidence, and she delivered it with the certainty of someone who had been building her case for a long time.
She wanted to go to HR. She wanted to file a complaint. She wanted to quit. Three plans. All of them pointed at him.
All Of Her Energy Was Pointed At Him