What We Don't Know

There's so much I don't know, it's embarrassing. I'm 56 for Pete's sake. 

It's taken me this long to understand that responding to negative emotion with negative emotion never works. When your demeanor is calm and factual, it's like magic. It's powerful. 

But it takes practice. 

Especially if your brain was wired from birth for Fight or Flight and you were raised by a catastrophic thinking control freak and an emotionally dysregulated man child.

I say that with nothing but deep empathy and love for the both of them. Truly. 

I don't know what's coming this week let alone next year. 

But I do know that the last three years of my life have been overshadowed by unbelievable, relentless, and confounding drama in my professional life. The likes of which I've never experienced. 

So here I am, taking refuge not in social media or food or drink, but in the one place that comforts my soul more than anything on the planet. 

And here is where I'll be until this whole thing gets sorted, for better or worse. 

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I am listening to a quiet house

I am reading Rhythm: How to Achieve Breakthrough Execution and Accelerate Growth

I am feeling nauseous