... that make me want to drink at work. But I don't! And the funny thing is, it's not work that's making me feel this way. It's non-work business and drama. As one may expect, I stressed myself all weekend over the friend dramz mentioned in a previous post. A weekend spent with my family for my sister's 18th birthday. Overall, the weekend was good, and I got to thinking about getting my master's, which feels like a strong next step in life.
Anyway, after saying some of the mean things I wanted to say to my friend (but never would) out loud to make myself feel better (which worked), there were two points that ultimately eased my worried noggin. And so I remind myself of these two points regularly.
1. What will I think of this in 50 years? Will I care? Be proud/ashamed of my actions? Will it matter?
2. I should not feel regret about my actions as long as I act with grace and kindness. Grace. Kindness. Fini.
It is 5pm, and I have yet to draft an agenda for tonight's board meeting. Ack! Back to work.
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