My friend apologized the other day for not stopping by my event that morning.
“I meant to come,” she said, “But I woke up grumpy. I know that’s not an excuse because I don’t even know why.”
“Do you need a reason?” I asked. “You woke up grumpy and you skipped something you weren’t obligated to attend anyway. It happens. No worries.”
“Thank you!” she said, and we proceeded to have a lovely chat despite her “grumpiness.”
I have friends who are going through a heavy time right now. They often stop themselves mid-sentence by saying, “That’s enough of that. I feel like I complain too much lately.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I ask. “You’re allowed to have a bad year.”
And I have friends who’ve been through hard times, but things are going well now. They sometimes stop themselves mid-sentence because they don’t want to tempt fate, or sound like they’re boasting, or feel like they’re “rubbing it in.”
“Sounds like things are going well right now,” I say. “You know, it’s okay to have a good year.”
Today, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’m in the middle of three exciting projects, and I can’t seem to juggle the balls fast enough. They’re all good things, and they’re all of my own making, so I’m quick to blame myself for letting things get…
