Years ago, someone I loved left a job where they were doing what they loved and were gifted to do. They left to sell paint. “Selling paint” has become shorthand in my life for someone I love doing something I don’t understand. In the original selling paint story, I could not accept what I thought was an utterly absurd decision. My entire body raged with a need to understand. And in my not understanding (and my inability to accept the situation without understanding), I caused a lot of harm.
Thank you for those words Holly. I have been through that kind of situation before and handled it poorly. Wish you and I could sit down and chat over coffee.
Thank you for those words Holly. I have been through that kind of situation before and handled it poorly. Wish you and I could sit down and chat over coffee.