Some time around new years, a wise friend said to me very gently, “Just because someone thinks something about you, it doesn’t mean it’s true.”
Believe it or not, this sort of stunned me—the truth of it, and the fact that I realized in that moment that I didn’t really believe it. It struck me long before this work thing erupted that this might be a good maxim to keep in mind and try to believe. It turns out the nasty situation with the coworker is a great opportunity to practice that, and really, for the most part, I’m there. I’m not ruined, it just feels icky to go to work where someone has been so openly mean, and where I cried in front of her (and my tough, savvy boss) like a miserable little girl. I imagine that someday even that will wane.
Thank you for your sympathy, all. I’m glad to have the internet on my side.
In good news, I am taking a wonderful, wonderful (wonderful!) poetry class from a brilliant woman and have just written something really odd about the zoo. Or am in the middle of writing it, anyway.
Next time, something light and happy, I promise. There’s really a lot of good going on, despite the last couple of woeful posts.