So many things went wrong today.
I had a plan; a checklist; a purpose.
Meetings started late. Focus was diverted. Mistakes. Clean up. Apologies. Reprimands.
I wanted to spend today in my office, alone, with my iTunes playlist shuffling in the background. I wanted to sit on the floor, criss-cross-applesauce, surrounded by files, a hole punch, pink and yellow highlighters, and a list. I wanted to.
Instead, I scurried. I had to listen to complaints. I had to teach a grown adults how to apologize to an extremely angry client. I had to review and approve the tiniest of decisions; no-brainers. I had to accept extra delegation and then realized I myself had no one to delegate to. I wanted to get something done today.
Hair wrapped up in a messy bun, a sure sign of frustration, I gazed out the window for a minute. Hands on my head, I took a deep breath in. I wished I could go for a walk. I wished I could get out under the sun and have the sky meet me where I stood. I was trapped inside, fixing and fighting, ready to give up, yearning to yell. And then. . .
And then, someone said thank you. Thank you for listening to me vent. Thank you for walking me through that; I was scared. Thank you for making the final call; I wasn't sure what to do. Thank you for taking that over; I had other deadlines. . .
So many things went wrong today. It all began with my plan, my checklist, and my own formulated purpose.
Today, I had the privilege of lending an ear, of teaching, of practicing my own developed decision making skills, to assist and to lessen a burden. I accomplished a lot today.