I suppose I will continue to learn how to celebrate the happiness and achievements of others for the rest of my life. It's hard sometimes to let go of the nagging thought that their is a limit to good in the world and I have to hardscrabble my way to get mine.
James is now happy with someone else and it's all public out there. It's time to really let go.
My dating adventures after have been less fruitful and I wonder if I'll be single for the rest of time. There's really no way to know and it's really none of my business trying to figure that out. What is present now is my loving relationship with my godson, those I mentor, my dear friends, family and my new colleagues.
There I can focus for now and celebrate that others have a love that wafts sweet warm kisses in the morning to go with New York's most romantic fall dawns. For now, it's me and my pillow.
Celebrate happiness.
I hate making mistakes. I love my luxurious fantasy of perfection. And today my humanity, my imperfection shone through fiery. I hung in there and cleaned it up. I've learned, you just tell people you screwed up. Say how you're going to fix it immediately, and how you're protecting it from happening going forward. It matters little whether anybody else had anything to do with it. Throw no one under the bus, however, you may want to bring them in on the effect the error had and get their buy in for the proactive solution for future transactions. Truth is, things move so fast that especially with transactional work, there are bound to be errors now and then. The time it takes to be perfect would result in paralysis. It's that magical balance between getting it done (and maybe having to beg forgiveness) and taking so long to deliver that by the time you do deliver, it's too late to be of any use (especially since you've now teed off ...
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