This week has been a complete dumpster fire at work. Cuts across the federal public service have everyone upset, filled with dread and anxiety, sadness, anger…..and all points in between.
But when I came home, I took a deep breath, acknowledged what I can and cannot control… and that the things I cannot control I can only choose how to react to.
I can also mix a cocktail and silently raise a glass to the amazing people who have been affected by the machete that has slashed through programs and left gaping wounds.
And I can look at the wall in my bedroom that houses the amazing women, as young girls, who make up the lineage of strong women who have populated my family, before and after me, and think….”The sun will rise tomorrow, the day will be different, and we will all….somehow…find a path forward….as they all have.”
What a week.
