I went to my car for a break—something I do rarely. While there, I cried—something I do frequently.
Do you ever have those days where you seem to only be able to say and do the wrong things? And then that day stretches to a week or a month or a lifetime. Until you can’t recall a thing you said or did that you are proud of?
I was having one of those catastrophizing moments when I decided to put myself in the shoes of myself giving advice to Constance. I then used logic to answer the question, “You must be proud of something. What have you accomplished in your career that you are the proudest of?” I recalled helping to get an anti-bullying legislation signed into law. My team and I were invited to the bill signing ceremony. At the signing, the governor thanked my organization and me by name. I was humbled and honored.
Then I asked myself a harder question, “What have you done in your personal life that you are the proudest of?” The answer was obvious: being Constance’s mother for eight-and-a-half years.
I finished weeping, caught my breath, and went back to work. I feel I made progress.