Today, after weeks of battling unhelpful mind-chatter, I attempted to address an emotionally charged issue with a colleague. It didn't go well. The experience still feels a bit too fresh to process, but I figured if I sat down to write, I might discover blind spots or unearth a lesson the universe is trying to teach me.
At this exact moment, I regret the decision to wade into the muck. I didn't anticipate how quickly hope for a brighter future would dissipate. As defeated and despondent as I feel right now, the words of Brené Brown course through my brain like an electrical current.
We humans are so freakin' complex and group dynamics are tricky. To make matters worse, we're trying to blaze a trail towards psychological safety on tiny squares across a screen. Quite frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if genuine trust can be built in the absence of proximity. I used to believe it could, but I'm starting to question my theories. I'm also in my feels, which often takes me offline from my prefrontal cortex.
I think I will turn on the Hamilton soundtrack before my hubby and I head out to share a draft beer on patio somewhere. A little Vitamin D may be just what I need to recenter myself and move forward.