I had to do something hard yesterday. It was a difficult situation and I wasn't sure how to approach it. I knew the receiver of the information I had to relay was going to feel sucker punched, but I was unsure of how to proceed. I didn't want to mess with this individual. I didn't want to leave them high and dry. Yet, the news had to be shared and I think the direct approach is always best...even if it's going to hurt or anger someone.
As I drove to the meeting location, I was just plain sick to my stomach. I didn't want to say what needed to be said, but I did. You know, sometimes there is no middle ground.
I thought about waiting and realized that if I waited another couple of weeks, it would still be a slap in the face.
Sometimes there is just no way out but up and over that wall.
I've had time to think about the conversation. I suppose it went as well as could be expected under the circumstances. The receiver was both angry and hurt, as I knew they would be. I had no words to express how I feel about this news. I am both excited and sad.
Excited, because it means something new for me.
Sad, because it means there are changes afoot...and really, who likes change?
So, here I sit, early in the morning, bouncing the next conversation around in my head. I know this isn't over and there will be more words to say. I'm dreading those.
They make me shudder.